Goldline—

Gold is divine,
though it never lasts.
Just peels away
like never-ending glass.

Gold is the heart
when you’re in love.
Coal is the heart
after it burns,
crumbling apart,
as the earth turns.

Gold is world’s end,
all shimmered delay.
So cold that it whisks
every beauty away.

Gold is all glimmer,
Gold is all dust.
Cry and you might
get closer than lust.

Gold is the conquered
after the storm.
It is metal, unsheathed;
It is copper unshorn.

Gold is the king
of paupers, so poor.
Gold is the greed,
Gold is the source.

Gold is the height
of everything good.
You listen and act
just like you should.

But gold can decay
in sugar like Coke.
Gold can lose love,
Gold can upchuck.

Minus one “L”
a third letter here
turns “Gold” into “God”
but minus the “G”
and “Gold” turns to “Old.”

Old as Gold.
Cold as Gold.

It can never replace
the wish that you stole.
Heave it away
and watch your wish go.

Gold is the line
that ends everything.
When Gold is sublime
it breaks off your wings!