A Golden Glow

A golden glow, held in hands carrying it forth with care.
A whisper through the clouds,
followed him there.


A rainbow,
resting color glowing over a shoulder,
and yet seemingly unnoticed, warmed when days could not have been colder.


A wind,
spoke of beauty forthcoming in blossoming growth,
change,
still in the presence of a fading flower,
ironic yet not so strange.


A shadow, and a light cascading,
through crimson sky,
and yet not a question,
why.


A golden glow,
held in hands carrying it forth with care,
and love surrounded,
handing him his heart there.


And quietly,
a golden glow,
a rainbow,
a wind,
whispering through the clouds,
blossoming,
in a shadow,
light cascading,
beneath a crimson sky,
smiled upon him,
and disappeared into the golden heart,
he now carried, in his own hands.