Golden Dreams Poem by Ted Steger

Give me golden dreams to dream,
Eyes to see what is unseen,
Ears to hear the pounding beat,
Of the far off city streets.

And if you were to follow me down,
I will not let you touch the ground,
I swear your sobs won't make a sound,
We'll search for things we've never found.

With angel wings, we're meant to fly,
To spin beneath the diamond sky,
But I look back with a sullen sigh,
Was it ever ours to try?