Racing For Gold
Gold isn't anything that I am:
it embodies warmth, love, and commitment,
well then, perhaps,
I am.
It clasps you close,
to let you know,
how wonderful life is,
whenever you feel low.
It brings to mind the amazing,
the unexplainable,
and the dazzling.
It's the pulse of the cosmos,
the color of kings,
It's a simple feeling,
found in many a thing.
It's a simple kiss,
a loving hug,
the kind of look a lover can give,
when you both feel awash in the glow of happiness.
It salutes you as you walk by,
and gives you the confidence you never knew.
In a room full of people,
Gold draws,
it plays an ancient song,
Tehno Haruka, strong.
I am alive,
I am powerful,
I feel bright,
and I wish for gold.