Treasure

It was there all along.
Each day I walked by it and never knew;
Looked through it and never saw.
Gold there was, and silver too;
Amber and ivory.
Riches to please a Solomon
Or cause Midas’ envy.
First the amber,
Small dancing flecks in the hair
Darting in the sun.
Below it the ivory gleam of the throat
Sweeping down to a form and figure
That Dresden tried and failed to portray.
All chased by a silver voice.
And the eyes!
Ah, the eyes
Deep wells that drew as to an oasis
And through them shone the soul.
Gold!