Treasure

 

Inspiration hides beneath
every unturned stone
waiting to be discovered
to be unleashed at last
upon the bland world.

My jewels gleam in the sun
the rich man doesn't even ponder
over my undesired wealth.

Aren't the poor lucky?
That's how things should be.

As the sun shines for the last time
they start looking for my gold.

How do you find the abstract
in the midst of darkness?

Even if he lost his sight,
the blind man could always see.

Photograph : The blinding light by ~Nihiluz