Today as Gold

We do not carry yesterday in our hands,
nor chase the fleeting shapes of tomorrow.
Today rests softly before us,
a quiet pulse beneath our feet.

We walk it slowly,
letting each moment settle like dew,
each breath a gentle note
in the rhythm of our hearts.

We mould it as we wish,
softly, carefully,
turning hours into warmth,
turning silence into memory.

No treasure of silver or stone follows us,
but the glow of beauty we have touched,
the laughter, the hush, the small grace
that lingers long after the day has passed.

The path unfolds as we allow,
each step a soft imprint,
each heartbeat a quiet offering,
and we carry it with us,
gold in the shape of living.

And when the sun tilts its light,
we bend with it, gathering the moments
that slip easily through our fingers,
catching only what hums in the chest,
what warms the quiet corners of the mind.

We sip the day like honey,
slow, deliberate,
letting its sweetness fill the spaces
between one thought and the next,
between one breath and the next.

Evenings come, soft as feathers,
folding the hours gently over our shoulders.
We place each memory with care,
laying down the treasures we cannot touch
but will carry forever.

And in the hush,
we hear our hearts whispering:
the day has been ours,
the gold has been spent wisely,
and we have walked it well.

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