She asked her soul to release her
As good memories swamped
Her tablecloth with stains
Of gold forged by a foreigner
On her surface a sure face
Set on just one more past
Whilst she thought such pains
Would everlastingly last
But a reader and I we read
Her we read somehow
A fiery red present or now
Is participle by and by
She will learn that even gold
Rusts as vile metal sold
To purchase diamonds
And set her eyes ablaze
The gemologist’s table
Is rich and beyond her reach
But only for one night
Only for today’s tonight
She will wash the cloth clean
And admire the tabletop
Shiny alight alove unseen
Under a light spotless anew
