Wednesday, November 25, 2015

November 25, 2015 - The Goldsmith

THE GOLDSMITH

How wealthy must that goldsmith be!
He who lives in the heavens.
He who carves and shaves and cuts.
He who presses and molds and shapeshifts.

How rich must his treasure chest be!
Filled with pearly moons
and diamond stars that light the darkest heart.
Spilling rubies, gathering emeralds,
raining golden chains upon the Earth.

Raining golden chains.
 
How lavish must his table be!
Even his servants adorned in gold.
The poorest of his household
dining from silver platters.

With golden candles lighting the way
to a black onyx paradise
surrounded by amethyst gates
clothed with golden silk
the secret Elysian Fields.

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