Golden Nocturne

I sigh in splendor restlessness
This line is my exhale
Not sure if I regret, but I confess
My world to a moon of pale
Waning to the autonomous wheel of change
The sights, the substance, wax me into shape
The night-eye, beholder of the strange
The wind that knows the curve of my nape

Honesty, thee knower of thyself
To delve, in fluid honesty
Does that take away innocence
Taste the ground beneath  wealth
Does this sip of wine erase my chastity
Anymore than your crown bears emanence

Wonder and knowledge overrun my cup
Flowing through an iridescent vessel
Pain and pleasure, mine to sup
Clear chaos down an intriguing aisle
Spark within, chime, then dissapate
Within wake, I feel the colors
Never failing to fascinate
I lace gold around what the ignorant abhor