Elusive Gold

Elusive Gold What was I to do Ready when I was born the message moved slower as I labored faster Every year It asked why do you not hear It tried in multiple tongues dreams thinking asking shouting But My shattered wings ceased to fly unable to lift severed imaginings mired judgment buried senses another broken heart Yet Somehow the scales of being this weighing tray opposite hunger righted itself balance appeared No longer mere weight of spent symbols colored brushstrokes seeking perfect hue scored adagios desperate for scherzo's flight vacuous words scribed upon lonely pages Never again would patience be lost dreams left abandoned sunrise avoided silence deemed enemy The elusive lightness of soul tilted the scales ever so gently ever so lightly opening eyes where a mist of tearful memories escaped the prison of self pity Love arrived