I can not deny
anymore all I want to be able to do
is pry open hearts and minds
my own first
with the words that land on the eye like the glint of gold in a crisp flowing stream
feet getting wet from the crystal mountain runoff
as tipping down fingers glide into the delicate waters
to not remove the golden shine but
to touch it
and to feel it long after memoried on fingertips.
If not this
then to paint it in color.
That too would do fine.