I’ve never laid my eyes on it,
This strangest thing I’ve ever seen.
’Cause when I do, my heart comes lit
In fire’s death where sounds a keen.
Beneath your glance I wandered far
To distant lands under your rule,
In fear that you my eyes could char
Obediently I was your tool.
I’ve never seen your golden hair
Which in the air quite slightly waved,
Your shining eyes of darkness bare
Eternally your beauty saved.
I’ve only heard your mellow voice
In dreams of long forgotten wills.
And feigned my heart it had a choice
To fly or to elapse in ills.
So lead by hopes died long ago
My thoughtless innermost agreed
With hopeful dreams might me allow
To satisfy my inner greed.
So eons long I hasted for
A simple thing I’d find afar:
Delight on silver platters or
Luck featured in a golden jar.
But all this time I yearned inane
Because I’ve never found the light
Of golden-eyed wishes’ reign
And so my last esperance died.
Though even when I chocked my hope
The light of living luck has shone
Resplendently through shade-filled scope
And put my heart on pleasure’s throne.