Fire and Gold

Perfect place where two meet to melt
In a perfect pan without a bend
Forming that joy never before felt
Two wrong elements meeting for the right reason
Making plain how beauty is spelt

The dusk travails to birth a moon
birthing joy like a blow below the belt
In awe it’s where this journeys end
Fire and gold, who can tell whose was the first punch dealt?

Thomas Tee2emm Bot