Gold And Silver

I never found the silver cup I never found the gold and I never found salvation in the stories I was told and I never found the gods hidden in a holy book I studied silent questions and wondered where to look I climbed a sacred mountain and I claimed the valley view I sought the breath of living in the firmament of blue I roamed the emerald forest I discovered crystal streams and I knew the glow of passion in the fever of my dreams and when my death descends I will hide within the fire with no gods to be attendant at my humble funeral pyre but my ash will join the forest or perhaps the deepest sea to return to ancient stardust for gold and silver dwell in me