Gold Dust
• Written by William_Salazar
William_Salazar's Notes
dreamy
Gold dust on my halo, static in my lungs,
Dreams drip slow where the choir hums.
Angels in denim, their sneakers undone,
They dance on the ceiling, avoiding the sun.
Love in a capsule, swallowed by fear,
God signs my checks — the devil’s cashier.
Clouds taste like metal, prayers taste like wine,
I sip on regret; it ferments fine.
Memory bleeds through lavender skies,
Soft thunder hums through my lullabies.
Heaven hums low — I fade in delay,
Stars cough light while the synths decay.
