My kind of gold

Golden sunsets remind me of you:

What my Dreams have revealed feels true.

Your mere presence, collected and calm,

Eased my pain like a heavenly balm.

You would listen as I would confess:

Dr. Lecter’s my hero, no less.

On a rooftop we’d take a slow walk

To observe daily life of the block.

You had shown me the beauty you found

In a small half-abandoned playground;

I could feel how you looked with your heart

At poor shopper unloading their cart.

Or we sat in a room full of light,

Sunlit trees and a lawn outside...

All these Dreams filled with warm golden glow.

I felt carried by magical flow.

In my struggle, one Dream I recall,

Which to me is most precious of all:

You came up to me, utter surprise,

Took my face in your hands,

Kissed my eyes.

I was standing by blackboard in school —

Battered teen, always treated like fool.

But you stepped between me and dismay,

With your tenderness you made my day.

I can feel your immense love of life,

I am blessed more than words can describe.

Golden sunsets remind me of you...

I believe

That my Dreams

Are true.

07.09.21.

N.B.