Golden hues of sun rays captured in the silhouette

Of a man.

His white robe only a polite covering,

His gold skin reaching farther.

Embraced by red locs, a cape

Flowing behind and around, eyes

Resting as a golden forest

Encircles him.

The rest I wish that I was in,

A softness speckled with sharp shards.

The rest I wish that I was in,

Rays of pink as friends with red,

The rest I wish that I was in,

The fight of green to take his place,

The rest I wish that I was in,

Awake I find myself alive, staring at him.