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.
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| 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.
