The Gold Was Here

The sun sets on the very last day

and though the gold brightens coming out of cloud obstacle

and though the window breaks the gold into gradient boxes

and though the gold fades when I want it to stay

and though my heart keeps breaking

and though the gold stretches itself thin and wispy to the wall

and though the gold is cold to me in my studies

the gold was here and the gold did come and with that I speak the truth