A heart of gold.

In today’s world
of modern Excalibur
one has the key,
but one needs
to find that lock
that will open.
I seek not to
take the colours
of your rainbow
for I have colours
of my own but I
do wish to share and play
with your pot of gold.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, love is not taking...it is sharing...

"keeps me searching for a heart of gold, and I'm growing old"----

[andrew mitchell]

Love Neil Young. Thank you J for your words.

[Patricia Wedel]

A Pot of Gold was left by a leprechaun...
as he needed to make a Journey far away
and he trusted me. So I hid it where Fawns lie
in Meadows sweet on a patch of clover and buttercups.
When rainbows appear I shed a tear wishing the
Leprechaun were near. We are called to be Keepers of a Key.
tenderly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Lovely words as always Pat, thank you for your words, better than mine!

[Patricia Wedel]

If you had not written your poem... I would not have written my reply... Inspiration is as fragile as a gentle breeze. Gently, Pat