Golden Hour


The sky is blue, sun glowing over the building tops
Countdown, less than twenty minutes on the clock
Thirteen tons suspended over a raging roaring river
Empty walkways, except for you and me, together
The ground shakes, as trains rumble past
Like an earthquake - nature's most destructive craft
Blue fades into gold, sun peeking over the building tops
We walk side by side, wind and music to us, just props
At the middle, at the crest, we stop - halfway
Cameras out, ready to capture, it’s almost cliche
Two times a day, an hour each, so easily missed
A fleeting instance, but a time of certified bliss
The sky is golden, sun hidden behind the building tops
A tranquil air settles, and just for us, time stops
Soft streaks paint portraits across the sky
But with you, it’s a masterpiece, and maybe that’s why
I take a picture, capture this moment before it can pass
Because life goes on and memories fade, but this picture, it will last.