Gold Plated World

Gold Plated World

As I was driving home
The sun was setting
Like so many times before

But this time
As Apollo descended
He cast a golden glance

And everything
Was bathed
In shimmering gold

The trees, the cars, the road
All were made of gold
Brilliant and dazzling before me

It was marvelous and breath taking
And I wanted it to last
But nothing gold can stay

What a beautiful dream
To be a gold plated girl
In a gold plated world

Angela A. Ochoa
October 12, 2004