Gold And Silver Poem by Barry Middleton

Gold And Silver



I never found the silver cup
I never found the gold
and I never found salvation
in the stories I was told

and I never found the gods
hidden in a holy book
I studied silent questions
and wondered where to look

I climbed a sacred mountain
and I claimed the valley view
I sought the breath of living
in the firmament of blue

I roamed the emerald forest
I discovered crystal streams
and I knew the glow of passion
in the fever of my dreams

and when my death descends
I will hide within the fire
with no gods to be attendant
at my humble funeral pyre

but my ash will join the forest
or perhaps the deepest sea
to return to ancient stardust
for gold and silver dwell in me

Gold And Silver
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joe Hughes 24 November 2017

Beautiful. The rhyming so inclusive and relevant - unstrained. Gorgeous images - I love that last line!

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Manonton Dalan 04 September 2016

so did i... i never found them but i made lots of lips smile more than frown... good enough for this flesh that once roam beautiful earth... very nice poem

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Barry Middleton 15 September 2016

Thank you.................................................

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Marianne Reninger 03 September 2016

Barry, the search for eternal answers are so well expressed in this poem. Your words are like the silver, gold, and copper leaf I use in my paintings. They guild the subjects with inner light. Well done.

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Barry Middleton 15 September 2016

Thanks Marianne. The gold and silver lie within.

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