Imagine gold that

Flowed like

Velvet

Melted-down, satin

Smooth-drip

Tune

Strung sing-song

Tethered along

Fabric of a resonant

Heaven sent

Envelope with

Writing that

Is tattered for

The paper bent.

What do we wish for?

A diamond-plated door

Porcelain in accessory

Marble on the floor?

Does it matter when

The path we walk

Carved itself

In how grass grows?

Does the richness of our lives

Determine how wealth goes?

I must relent, that heaven-sent

envelope of hope

Contained paper, saying keys

Are contained within the soul

So to close the minds door

To the richness, when its vapid

Is to open one more door

That ensures the hearts purpose

Ensures the beat is rapid.

Keep the image, map it.

Write it on a napkin.

Realize the key is your gift

And open the gate of holy fashions.