A Walk in the Golden Light

Written May 14, 2026

I took a walk in the golden light

To gain a sense of clarity

And found instead 

A little bit of serenity. 

I wished to find

A truer sense of self,

Answers to the questions that haunt me,

Comfort for my doubts. 

The breeze blown through my hair,

Light shone through the shadows of the trees.

A gentle breeze pecked my lips

As the bushes waved goodbye to me. 

My feet caressed the the gravel ground

As birdsong performed gentle melodies. 

Oh it must be divine — to be present in this world,

Unaware of mans’ follies. 

A dove flew by, looked me in the eye, 

And shared a sobering truth: 

I could be like the birds 

If I look up from time to time. 

Other questions remained within me, 

But I could bring them back another time. 

For the masters of poetry can never touch

What I learn in the Golden Light.