Golden

I wish I had a golden boat
and I would float within
the moat and on the heavily

embroidered waters
and I would sing too
the old embellished songs

the music that makes up for wrongs.

I wish I had a golden song
and I would mend it when it tore
on brambles that you can't ignore

when you go picking blossoms, berries,
the kingdoms of the sun.
I wish I had a golden dawn

to start a new life, once upon

knowing what I didn't know when
all thoughts were golden
in the let's pretend.

mary angela douglas 19 october 2017