you ever call something “golden?” when you put that on to something, someone, some feeling, some moment, some embrace of togetherness, some passionate sneaky encounter of bliss, a moment hidden from all the others, a time where time stood still, and the only two people in the room, saw that frozen moment… ? Then held it as a sparkle of time, left only by chance, that even the princess, and owner of love and care., gave reflection to the queen, and honor to the king. of song. pure song, that got left in the crevice of dark eves and darkest nights….giving rise . then the rising gave notice to the skies that the one thing we cherished together, could only be done. as a song. and we did it. we sang it, we left a melody for those behind us, to know. we were here.