One Lump Or Two

I did not know that mankind was suffering for want of gold. - Thoreau

winter ever a homeless debtor

summer sheds its knitted sweater

nothing could be better

crystallized, noon spirits dance a jocose jig

a cobwebbed night is falling

whilst a viagaratic day is calling

arms flailing and legs sprawling

sorrow bawling

tell me, where went yesterday's pain

along with its drenching, pouring rain

thank heaven tears don't leave a stain

the music is always alive

it has to be

sung with tongues of fire

played with aureate fingers that can't lie

eternity won't lie down and die let alone cry

breathed with life's truth

a gilded sun plays peekaboo

nothing else matters

trees stand tall in pews as they pray

because there's no other way

destiny does that which it must do

right on cue

black and blue

one lump or two

Author's Note

"A grain of gold will gild a great surface, but not so much as a grain of wisdom." - Thoreau