If Your Name Is

Under a pile of space dung you found me.... You, not all but some stop at nothing... Moving piles of it to take the speck of me in gold you see..... Looking asleep with eyes painted lids... Strange and scary are these places you look for me to see your face... In the looking you the few the one see my face... Others grew weary in the search for the mask of truth..... It is to hard they wanted gold from the fillings not that from under the dung of years heaped hopes lost children....... Do I blame them..no...I am the blame I placed the gold under the dung hoping beyond hope..... I was not dissatisfied in your effort you moved a mountain of dung to find a ray of the golden son found only once before found in you..........................................................................