THE GOLDEN OBJECT
She lived in the old country
Of yellow beaches
Of frozen time
And shallow reaches
Golden antiquities
Washed ashore
It was commonplace there
She could catch them
Better than anyone
She had no past
But the ocean
She knew
She had one possession
Passed down
Through the generations
By a distant ancestor
From the sea
It was pulled
It was older than the others
It had more value
It was a looking glass
A thing of vision
Its golden filaments
Pulsed under her skin
It wove through her body
And lit up her brain
It glowed in her eyes
And spoke in her dreams
It was her golden will
And it carried her
Across worlds
Across time
They could almost see it
And it kept them distant
They watched her closely
They bided their time
If they could possess her
They could take
What had made her
The golden object
Was her worldly value
With their golden trinkets
They could never match it
Heaved into piles
From the farthest reaches
Their heavy nets
Sank in the deep blue
Hers was harder to catch
It had the vision they lacked
Her whole world
She built
From an empty room
When she looked through it
She could see a great distance
There were other worlds
Other suns
Other moons
It gave her power
In that world
And it wasn’t safe
From the others there
From the tall man
Who sat at the helm
He squinted his eyes
In the absence of light
His shadow drew closer
And choked out her light
Her vision was ancient
Eternal
Older than the hills
His power was slippery
No match for her will
In this world of beaches
Of broken tongues
And shallow reaches
Fog clung to the horizon
And clouded her head
The day came
When she fled away
His greed shook the sky
And turned the world
From blue to red
She had never burned brighter
Her and her golden will
Together
Through the looking glass
She watched
As the world disappeared
She left it behind
The world of frozen time
Where the future grows rust
In the shalows of the mind
She broke through the uncertain
She felt it burst wide open
A new world of freedom
A new world of flaw
It had deep oceans
Pain and love
Could be spoken
Through the looking glass
The generations smiled down.
