The Golden Mystery Poem by Naveed Akram

One was of wood, the other was of gold,
On the pillows we rested until further collapse.
Seconds elapsed, my lap was complete, the race
Was won, and I needed a slap on the back.
I ought to tread on the atom of the victim,
I kind of entered a zone for the heralds,
As the custom was the bottom of the ocean.

I had to tilt and turn, swing and ring, little by little,
Until the autumn arrived, understanding a wall
Forming forcibly, hope returning wondrously,
Like the hulk and the item on display.
The whisper of the wide dark was in momentum,
I loved this ecosystem of sad strange people,
Turning and pointing towards a greater mystery.