But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
love me goldgold
the wrapping paper wine bottles come in
or the flower power-ups in New Super Mario Bros. 2
and at Maria's side, the small naked angel's wings
cracking a nut between your fingers
the sleepy blues of a single saxophone
or an energetic little boy's gleaming cymbals (ching ching ching)
heavy honey melting away on your tongue
burnt sugar sticking to your teeth
and metal on your taste buds
sweet victory on a small stage
when your shower becomes the nicest place on earth
or when looking up at the stars is urging you to dance
gold; always precious, just like your hand in mine