Golden.
A monumental time
For a monumental age.
No celebratory bang.
Not one for playing charades.
Just wrapped in love
Amongst the days delight.
Gratitude ever flowing
As my inner light shines bright.
No need to utter words
Because my actions speak loud.
The reflection I see daily
Is one that I am proud.
50 years of life
With twists and turns
And lessons learned.
Ready for what the Universe unfolds before me now.
Golden.
On Freedom: “No price is too high to pay for the priviledge of owning yourself.” – Nietzsche
Could it be that I know heaven?
Embraced in your strong hold,
Thoughts of a world unknown
Of a feeling never felt.
Making me think.
You teach me.
Words spoken from your tongue of gold.
You amaze me.
Making me smile.
Into your eyes, I gaze.
You make my heart feel safe
Whenever you’re around me.
Could it be that you’re my heaven?
A place that I’ve longed for.
A place where I can tear down my walls,
And open my arms and embrace it all.
My Quiet Fire 