Golden Hour

She basks in the golden glow, Draped in sunlight, ready for the show. Empty laughter fills the evening air, Her dreams alight, she doesn’t care. Twirling in silk, adorned with lace, Capturing moments that can’t be erased. The world’s her stage, the city her muse, The awaited golden hour, she can’t afford to lose. Just a block down, Another woman weeps, Through crowded streets, she weaves, Where hope has been denied And promises deceived. Her heart heavy as the golden hour strikes, Burdened by night, searching for solace Whose bed will she share for tonight As they both glance up at the tie-dyed sky. The other’s pout parts, The other lets out a weary sigh. One basks in warmth, while the other hides, For the golden hour decides. Their fates so different Two lives entwined in a fleeting hour, One finds bliss, the other her power The sun sets low, casting shadows, Skin tan and glistening While the other is pasty and sallow The starlet hopes to shine The trick dreads tomorrow Their paths entwine in the golden hour, Where both their worlds realign.