Goldie Follow

I can see the shape of a glowing light

and I smile, and I cry

the light it gleams of a perftect bright

and then it shifts to a soft, pale white

so precise, and it shines

it floats and climbs

then soars and winds

and spins its web over my eyes

falling like rain, never the same

with delight

with mirth and melody

gleeming bright

with myth and majesty

shimmering in long slow waves

the colors swirling all the many shades

of the sky, intertwined

the streaking rays of color bend

they push and twirl until they blend

into one and become

so small and frail

crimson and pale

and curls around its silver tail

the lights they shine in this my shrine

with delight

with mirth and melody

gleeming bright

with myth and majesty

ooh, the glimmering hue, so warm and so new

ooh, the pieces of blue, that open unto

glittering

blossoming

dividing

gliding-colliding

ooh, this beautiful view, so pure and so true

leaping up, soaring ever more

warm and close then beside of me go

darting down, dropping further

amber and rose in fading rows

and trailing off, downward float

and drift into a rippled arch they fall

I can see the shape of a glowing light