The Golden Ones

Do you remember a long ago,
From the mists of a memory,
When we wore our hair too long
And love was our fantasy,
When the fire that bled from our hearts
Put flame into our souls,
To burn our love in the sand
And plate our names in gold,
We were the Golden Ones,
The highlight of a generation,
A pillow to be dreamed upon,
A profound veneration.

We were born from a scented rose,
To let our perfume cascade,
Its shower of sparkling wonder,
Gentle as a misty rain,
To wash us clean and kept us beautiful,
Put purity in our ether,
And we soared with the eagle,
Floating on golden feathers,
Vaporized in spirit
As we reached for the sun.
We knew no end nor limit,
For we were the Golden Ones.

And as time past, our ship sailed on,
Fueled by our own fiery passion,
Blown by the wind in our sails,
We scaled the heights as Golden Ones,
But all great things come to an end,
Your illness took its toll,
Your candle petered out, my friend,
And I never felt so alone.

Now from the embers of the flames,
An angel rises like a phoenix,
Vaporizing one last time,
Soaring to the ultimate apex,
I feel anointed by your departing scent,
A scent I breathe into my lungs,
To course its way through my veins,
Born from the blood of a Golden One.