Book of Poetry & Intresting/Favorite Quotes

Golden Room

Golden room

I steep into the golden room,

I see the walls all awash with gold,

but as I see, I know,

that the gold is not for me,

It is not what I came for either,

I walked into the middle

and there he lay,

in tattered cloth

he blinked looking up at me,

you came the look said,

I looked back

It spoke, of course I did

for in my mind there was no question

the golden walls and tattered man

I did not want the gold,

I wanted the man,

I had come so far to this room,

I had crossed the world time and time again

just to answer the call that he made,

I saw the golden walls and watched,

as to my surprise a door appeared

we walked out into the sun once again