Fool’s Gold

The veil to the past, lace-thin but forged in steel, can be breached by dreams tumbling about in the brain like lottery balls, the winners revealing our story, it can be gently nudged aside in the sweet unguarded moments after lovemaking, or coaxed into the present by a taste, a smell, a song wafting on the wind. But what are the treasures so revealed? Our innocence, long since relinquished, our dreams, long since cast away, our plans, long since put aside, our Selves, long since forsaken? Searchers, consider it fool’s gold for which you pan. The nuggets of innocence, youthful dreams and plans, the essential You, products of your faulty memory, are idealized snapshots of lost youth, but take heart, do not disturb the veil, look inside you in the now for the true gold, for there lies those lost things for which you search, hidden but always yours, waiting to be found and live again.