G.S. Smith comes to us from Canada. He can be found here:

http://allpoetry.com/DogFish

Treasure Box

 

       Midas' hand touched
 the horizons' drifting snow
       guilding the evening


Gather gold to your treasure box.
Gather the wisdom of the Hebrews,
the fantasies of the Greeks,
Homer and David,
gather sonnets and psalms.
Dig deep into the mines of Bede and Herodotus,
Churchill and Wells.
Gather the treasure long ago forged
but still keeping its sheen:
whether Dickens or the Brontés,
Emerson or Swift.
Gather gold to your treasure box.


       shimmering silver
  on the dancing midnight brook
    the moon laughs gently


In Solomon's day
silver was like stones in the streets of Jerusalem.
In our day
the streets are fairly cobbled with silver:
dailies, quarterlies, monthlies, weeklies,
lexicons,anthologies,translations abound.
Take out your shekel,
test them,
weigh them out twice.
Gather the finest argentry to your treasure box:
whether Jacob Polley or Lawrence Ferlinghetti,
Dylan or Dylan,
Rap or Rhythm 'n Blues.
That which shimmers in your heart,
gather to your treasure box.


       cinders of dawn stars
  will fall to earth as diamonds
    in tomorrow's early light


The treasure box is never full.
Scan the horizon
perhaps you will catch the glimmer
of a diamond rising
that others will cherish and gather to the trove.
The eye of the sage will dim,
and young eyes will open to see light that
your eyes shan't.
Those young eyes, though, may catch a glint
of light from long ago
if you guard the treasure box as a faithful ward.
Guard it for those who will understand it's worth...
they in turn will fill it up beyond measure.

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