Spirit of Gold

I search for a measure of the open adoration
that the lady in the meadow shows for her loved ones,
who watch her laugh among the golden blooms of summer.
I cannot help but sense their sighs at her radiance, and their wonder
at the brilliance of her hair bathed in the subtle yellow light
that shines from the flowers' soft glow, a memory forever to hold.
With her smile she paints them with the colors that only passion can bring,
showing them that measure of true love
with the music of a thousand flowers singing,
like a spirit of gold.

Nigel P Kent, 2006.