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
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
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. The rhyming so inclusive and relevant - unstrained. Gorgeous images - I love that last line!