Golden by Isabella Stone

I understand the heart of wanting. 

Not money or metals 

Or the physical material of the world 

Surely, I want commodity 

Feel the weight of material  

However, my heart lusts  

I crave feeling,  

I crave gold. 

Not the yellow material men have killed for 

Nae metals that are priceless and sold 

I want the feeling of gold 

Trade my heart of wanting for something different 

Of warmth from the love of strong arms, 

A strong mind and gentle words 

I want gold 

My heart held in their hands, 

The tender words so soft 

Our hearts exchange in quiet corners 

Vulnerability: promising, cherished, loved. 

I desire gold, 

Warm skys and blue oceans  

Tall mountains and crisp air 

Lungs full and bones flourishing 

Time weaving thoughts 

Beyond reprehension 

I need gold 

Places that carry sanctuary  

People who hold security  

Gold is faith and rare 

Expensive but pure 

Hard to find 

Beautiful when found.