Golden not forbidden

Your smile's like a tempest in my chest
Your eyes, a glow to my ships' prow
Your touch, a feather in my heart's weather
Your soul, golden but not forbidden


The thing is. You bring me ease.
You step in. I'm shining
And finally I breathe, and start to believe. 
You're coming, I'm humming.


Singing a melody most enchanting.
Dancing a dance like an uprising.
Treading on paths worth taking.
Living like we are dying. 


-Technicolor poet-