A rusty tomb weighted, Wedged in wet sand, Hollow - yet full - Fool’s Gold shining Through a series of apertures, Gleaming with empty promise, Even at such depth…
The tide can rush but not pull This treasure to the surface; The fish can weave in and out Again, unaware of the Brilliance lost, seeing only The attractive glitter and noting the Safe spot beneath the lid.
I, too, was once fooled. I found safety on a leaky vessel, And saw the gold that wasn’t gold - The brilliance a thin veneer, A glorious vision masking a dark decay, A hollow - not holy - treasure Sunk in an ancient, battered grave…
Dena L Moore October 9, 2007
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Karen