the golden pavilion.

It's nervous, stale
In the autumn air
The crisp leaves beneath our feet
Felt as if I had not aged
Young and scared
More curious than before
Taking my hand
Winding
Along the sidewalks
Like a ballet serpent

The park
I use to play in
Not the same
As I remembered
Much different
But the feeling
And the air
So pure
So simple
I'm sure

You're a silhouette
Of a ghost
Guiding me
Some mass
Of familiarity
Just out of view
It feels like a trick
But I'm handing myself over
Quite. unsure.
But I feel safe

Taken with sincerity in your
voice
Hollowed out and missing
Trusting in your
eyes
Off somewhere
Looking upon me

It feels like god
Yet a goddess
I wouldn't know
I never would
It's gold

I see it now:
As it dawns
On a pyramid
Brilliant
Surreal
Why is it there?
Obscuring the sun?
Something I've never seen before.

It's unsafe.
Untried.
Mechanical.
Organic.

In the childhood park?
My first love
Taking me by the hand
As a shape
Unalluded to memory
Creation
Obvious!

The sunrise is like fire
Bursting off the sides
The scattered light
Like a splash of blood

Reminds me when to die
My past so pure
And painful
Forming a stutter
To be shy

People will wonder
When you're gone
No matter how you go

You're just gone
And that's something to wonder!

You're walking through the park
And you're feeling these things
It's a crisp autumn day
And you're feeling these things

The love that I saw that day
Is no match
For the love of the day

Not like this life
That's been made worth living