You Are Golden

Recently

I have found myself digging

through the wonders

of the treasure box

of myself;

where golden coins from aeons gone

glint besides rubies and opals

that shine like the sun.

Just be careful not to polish

the iron pyrites -

that’s fool’s gold to some;

that’s no tonic for good health.

All those dregs of your experience

you’re dredging

will make a paltry sum.

I’ve done that too many a time -

I looked into the crystal ball

and I saw a future devoid of light,

but in the darkness of my past

there were stars shining up

from the very bottom,

like an upside down sky.

And these things appear dangerous,

these things appear hot -

but that’s a cold game this illusion plays,

because really they’re not.

Not until you’ve dug

to the very bottom

of your soul

will you ever realise

that what glitters

is sometimes

even better than gold

and if you’re lucky -

and you’re not lonely -

then one day you may find

that another sun will rise with you;

be good to her -

see her treasures every day.

And, for goodness sake, be kind.