Poetic Twilight Walk Through Golden Fields

I WALKED THROUGH FIELDS OF GOLDEN LIGHT,

BENEATH A SKY PAINTED BLUE AND BRIGHT.

A MILLION FIREFLIES FILLED THE AIR,

LIKE FRAGMENTS OF DREAMS FLOATING EVERYWHERE.

THE CLOUDS ABOVE WERE BURNING PINK,

AS IF THE HEAVENS HAD PAUSED TO THINK.

THE WIND SPOKE SOFTLY THROUGH THE GRAIN,

LIKE AN OLD LOVE CALLING MY NAME AGAIN.

AND THERE I STOOD,

WITH AN ACHING HEART,

WATCHING THE WORLD BECOME A WORK OF ART.

NO CROWDS.

NO NOISE.

NO RACE TO RUN.

JUST EARTH AND SKY

BECOMING ONE.

THE YEARS I LOST,

THE TEARS I CRIED,

THE DOORS THAT CLOSED,

THE DREAMS THAT DIED,

ALL OF THEM FADED INTO THE NIGHT,

DISSOLVING SLOWLY IN THAT LIGHT.

FOR IN THAT MOMENT I COULD SEE,

THE WORLD WAS NEVER AGAINST ME.

IT WAS TEACHING ME TO WAIT,

FOR BEAUTY ARRIVES A LITTLE LATE.

AND IF TOMORROW TAKES THIS AWAY,

I'LL STILL REMEMBER THAT TWILIGHT GRAY.

THOSE FIREFLY STARS,

THAT ENDLESS GLOW,

AND HOW FOR ONCE,

I DIDN'T WANT TO GO.

FOR ONE BRIEF MOMENT,

MY SOUL COULD SEE,

THE WORLD WAS BEAUTIFUL.

AND SO WAS ME.