I touched it once, with fingertips,
Too clumsy for a grasp
I had it for a moment
Like drinking poisoned flask
.
Exchange my soul for promises
Required barter’s band
From Mayan tombs the gold was dug
For diamonds African
.
Precisely fit to finger size
The liquid turned to sphere
No Alpha, no Omega,
Could make this prize adhere
.
Though time could never sweep the shine
From gold to black – I saw
Omniscient– with sight behind
The love that wasn’t spent
.
All riches do not yield reward
A soul may come up poor
Unless the gift behind the gold
Is made of purest ore