Gold
If sparse and emboldenedthe night would drag me nigh,
as if with the dark it had conspired
and flung me through the sky.
The sharp notes of a piano,
course through the ambient clouds.
They sing a violin song of autumn
and eye the look of passing shrouds.
Somewhere in the distance
red veins my blood do carry
on a vessel all gold and vibrant
where in my heart my son does tarry.
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