My Golden Boy

My Golden Boy  
 
I see a man  
A beautiful man..  
Of Buddha nature coutanence  
And blue gleam eyes that twinkle peculiar  
and you see in them...  
An old soul and his search for truth and knowledge of the ages  
 
His feet make his own path righteously  
and though his trail was some suffering  
He blazed through dark wood brave  
Understanding each step made  
was a good trade hardship  
And a good man became great man  
On his journey to live life and aquire gain through spiritual awakening...  
 
And he offers me his hand though mine trembles ...  
Take it he says with a smile soothing with my faith in him  
I glad grasp it my confidence in bloom  
Yes my Orchid, he says, now we walk together always..  
As we watch, with eyes wide open  
Watch the great secrets of life unfold  
like a breathtaking sunrise
We are lovers full with pure of heart desire  
And together any thing discovered  
A profound treasure