Shades of Yellow, Gold and Honey

shades of yellow, gold and honey

There is a voice

That is not mine

It shines in me

Made up of every golden atom I’ve inhaled

And every sticky memory

Distills into nectar

And waits to be exhaled in sound

A childhood

Bathed in canary mornings

Sparkling, weaving golden threads

Connecting everything to everything

Molten firelight singalong

Awash in the perfect butterscotch

Glaze of a weathered guitar softly strumming

Adolescence charged in

Neon chartreuse

Bursting lemon citrus stinging

Slinging dandelion arrows

The longing and grasping

Of Illicit kisses

under a waxy yellow paper moon

A saturated saffron of a footlight,

Glorious and beaming

Every possibility, striding forth and dreaming

Creamy chiffon

The colour of after rain,

Muffled and sliding down a window pane

Between the space of bliss and regret

In slanting setting evening

Everything is covered in dancing dust

My lover’s skin glistens caramel

I am humming with it

Bumblebee steady droning, working

And those who’ve gone

I see them at the end of day,

Encased in amber rays

Accompanied by evening birdsong

Their smiles are stardust now

with me, an airy golden thinness expanding

Tendrils leading upwards

Infinite and infinitesimal

These lights are not faded into night

But glowing gold in me,

My voice their beam

Light and memory

Matter transformed

Churned into butter

And exhaled, washes over and out

Coating everything once more

In shades of yellow, gold and honey