Have you heard of a golden city?

Where dreams and thoughts follow the same process of feeling the hands of those who are far from where we are today.

The voices and appearances of all who reside there are the softest image of anything imaginable to anyone who has laid back on the cloth of a warm rug, or the thick coat of a tiger, sleeping with the beast in the middle of nowhere.

That nowhere where everything of conscience and worry has nothing to do with the eternal rainforst around you.

The Golden City that reflects all who have any sense of love and appreciation, and those who can take part in it.

You are the Golden City, my love.

For you work your magic in mysterious ways, and anywhere you are, I am a part of that Golden City anywhere you go.

As long as I am with you.