Heart of Gold

Near my heart fold is a robe made of gold strung with fine rope of silver thread stitched hope turbulent waves wash fabric so old sun warmed breeze dry blows I long for the some day far away on distant shore find a kind sun ray while I dream about one day In my own little world I build a glass globe fill it there in with sand and trees and water and pleasant life untold I find a small stream running from a mountain peak I rest in the tall grass, baked by sunlight, populated by reeds A blue bird sings on a willow tree I can close my eyes and now I feel free from stress and life and city filled strife Then I awake and there is a hope that one way I find my way there someday with a heart full of gold that I can unfold under the sun's bright hold