In the midst of a treasure
Paint my eyes with gold so I might see
The beauty that lives in spite of me
A lens I lack, taking hold
Wonder will not escape this vision
For eyes of gold will witness
The majesty across the pond
The glistening of metallic rays
Floating above a bed of raindrops
that fell so graciously after they landed
There, a song is sung
Where the tears of the sky leave their print
A high rock in place as a stage
A chasm for the melody to ring
A bed of rain to carry the tune
A dancing forest underneath the heavens
Nothing rings like the wild
Writing this with no edits, stream of consciousness.... \"I wonder what I\'m thinking about,\" Says the author.