....Golden Days

Golden Days
With a golden dog

And I tried to catch the light
Making you a lion
Tried to catch the moment
We shift into beyond

That heart beat
where myth ignites
into synthesis

And I hold my breath to be
As time curls into me

Every golden charm- all wealth
Unearthed- pours into a pause

Every glimmer in the kingdom
And every scratch on the cave wall
Every stone shaped to be something more
than mere mass

We breed thoughts
Build roads
Make museums
Name names
and claim sovereignty

But we only own our own hearts and minds
Our own imaginative ability to see and feel
And believe in something-
Or someone

Our own ability to love
Or not

poem & picture copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 27