Trickle Down

the gold trickles

long and thin

down the mountain

and it's beautiful.

slow,

yet momentarily irrevocable. 

We exist

only for a moment

but hopefully

forever

in the minds

and on the tongues

of mere thoughts

not yet conceived. 

Someday, 

we shall all be

a sparkling trickle 

of water down a mountainside

that catches the sun so perfectly

as to glow gold.