Her life would be a smooth drift through the golden waters of the cosmos.

Yonder they seem to see bright, golden waters and hope that true pleasures are to be found there.

We dipped again into mist and skimmed low over another catchment lake, leaving choppy wake in the thick golden waters.

See the surging, tossing mass of human barks and hear their wail of disappointment as the sweet, golden waters turn to bitter wormwood and gall.