Gold discarded by the falling sun
floats on the crests of waves;
caught on unpopular opinions;
rocking hopeful rafts of dreams.
beams lashed with limited means.
Instability constant,
crows wheel and croak their intentions.
Under the surface, scales flash.
The waves splash, waking desperate instincts.
Instead, the raft disassembles
and this pharaoh is buried
with natural treasure bestowed
by sunshine's dying glow.
