Rose Gold Radio

Rose gold epiphany. Symphonies,

Through copper wire, dire transmission

To the heart plenty tired

Of the same old tune, jumping for the new

Lovely track that instills fear in feeling

At ease. How strange the tide turns,

It simply burns a discussion in thought.

Simply through the copper coils and

fine-tuned whispered hymns

That run laps around dreamy heads.

Please do not let the broadcast end.

Keep the airwaves full, delighted.

No silence will gift peace of mind,

Now a new fear settles, nesting in.