The Midas Touch

A touch and all around him turns to gold
while in loneliness the inner story's told
an outer life of riches, wealth
a body full of vigor, health

yet some essential part is missing
and still he searches endlessly

as time itself is now suspended
he sinks into desire never ended
to find himself alone in darkness seeking
hearing echoes of a strange voice speaking

gently of the love that could have been
if only heart had opened and he'd seen
the spirit of the treasures he now covets
the aura of the ones that he left loveless

while he pursued his treasured gold
and now the other tale is told
as again the hopelessness returns in time
the loneliness without the counter-chime

like a violin with just one string
no harmony will ring
no matter want, no song to sing
and resonance becomes the swing

of pendulum whose movement slows
as irony within the mind now grows
and life that once seemed sacred right
becomes the darkness of the night

as mind, once clear and ringing tone
becomes the hum of one alone…

? Michaelette ?

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