In Golden Silence

In Golden Silence by Terry Richardson I've seen you quite often, Very seldom from afar. I know your light is shinning, High amongst the brightest of stars. Silence is golden and leaves no trace of anything behind... Not a single thought to survive the night, nor moment of reverie to dwell upon or wish. Not a stray beam of loosened heartlight, nor a single knowing glance to softly bring within. Not a gentle smile to warm the way, nor a passion fevered touch to draw the breath deep. Silence is golden so the vibrant tones of play and gentle music may not be. Not a simple whisper, nor single heartbeat speak. No spell of magic woven nor brightness of spirit flowing. In Golden Silence... I weep.