.....

GOLD

I regret that,
in my sixteen years,
no memories so
Golden and Brilliant
that strikes me new
everytime I think of it
-no, nothing like that;
exist in me.
My life WAS incandescent
used to be.
But amid the effusive light
I expected one major strike
The ultimate
The very Climax of Gold.
I regret and hope
that because my life was
happy but dull
bright and warm but not brilliant,
and that because it is now
not
as it was before,
dark
stormy
whirls and loops
Thunder, Thunder, Thundering,


now very soon
Sometime
the Gold will strike me
as I have predicted
for sixteen-
Sixteen Years
since my birth.