It’s Not All About the Money

If my song could hold you like a saxophone solo
If I could lift you from every black hole
If I could make you float like ivory soap
Dry your tears make you love your years
Uncover your lion heart
And shred your fears
Wouldn’t that be a job
And a reason to sing!
Wouldn’t that be a platform
From where to spring!
A dream job worth more than an acre of saffron
Is from the real spirit rock
The God of all nations

Linking up with Linda Kruschke and paint chip poetry..”Today I want you to write about your dream job using at least three of these paint chip words or phrases: saxophone solo, lion heart, saffron, spring, black hole, spirit rock, and ivory. Bonus points if you use all seven and include a rhyme scheme that involves using one or more of the prompt words.