Starlit Cathedral

Where was that golden boy hiding?

The world would tell its age old secret to a select few,

I was one so lucky.

A life can be surrounded by gilded passions and promises

These lies uncovered only to ruin one's sanity,

But there was his savior.

Standing in that pool of moonlight

Bathing in the cherry blossoms of his heart.

Sadly I had lost every last petal on my branch.

Was it that my season had passed

Or were my roots dried and black?

To this hour of this moment I cannot answer this question

But what I cannot answer is irrelevant

Because that shimmering soul had given me back

What I had long forgotten.

He had given me sanctuary,

Given me hope,

Given me a warm embrace,

And I can only hope to return all of these gifts

And more

Because that golden boy

Deserves his starlight back.