Fields of Gold

It flickered different colours before my very eyes

A foreshadowing of three things unknown and yet to come.

I wondered if those colours were full of promises or lies

Amidst the steady sound they made of a harmonious hum.

The first was a brilliant, blinding, beauteous blue

As steadfastly true as hope, love, faith, and a smile

Fulfilling in its measure and bringing insight anew

The draw was undeniable, an infinite array of guile.

The second was a deep, delirious, dark, and decadent red

Promising deeds and sights ne’er seen by mine eyes

Inherently, it brought an overwhelming sense of dread

Until inside my soul there welled a wealth of cursed cries.

The third was a gentle, graceful, gallant, gleaming gold

Shimmering in intensity amidst its graceful beams of light

With it came a peace and a wisdom spoken of in days of old

Regal reassurance, despite the trials, I'd be unerring in my plight.

“Pick one.” I heard an unrecognizable whisper of a voice.

“Tis yours and only yours to make this dark evening tide;

Your future life ’twill be bound by whatever is your choice

All things henceforth will have new meaning, all else aside."

Carefully I ventured forth, still ever sure of my decision

Without a doubt, I knew the path to take and what to do.

“I’ll choose the gold,” I whispered back, enthralled by the vision

Of incandescent fields of gold reflected in my future view.