Last night the Dream Gods came again
And told me of their secrets.
From their collective palm
They offered a golden ingot of truth
Blowing it to me with the
Gentleness of the first sigh
And the mightiness
Of the storm to end all storms.
Suspended before me in endless darkness
The nugget silently called.
I opened my mouth to swallow gold
And in its utter stillness
Truth lingered on the tip of my tongue.