All shall somehow seek,

And not all shall choose the gold.

Some prefer the briefness of the rainbow,

Others like things bright

and predictable as the sun.

I look within for quiet.

Many things make this “quiet”

And some, surely none would seek!

There is desert death from sun,

And stain from greed and stolen gold.

Sleep flees from all things bright

And the night shows only a pale rainbow.

There is a promise with the rainbow

That lies within my quiet.

The meaning found in myth I seek

And I praise the morning sun.

As I age, I value gold

but more the moment bright.

You really need the sun

to find that rainbow.

 You need to seek

to find true gold.

…and you may have to stray from the bright

to find even an illusion of quiet.

Look away from earth to find that gold.

It can be found in the rainbow

as well as in the sun.

A Silence can be just as bright

As the thing I seek…

that illusion of quiet.

With this quiet

There is a silent sun,

That is only as bright

As is needed to make a rainbow.

As to coins of silver and gold?

Ah! Them too, I seek!

So, use the bright sun

To seek that rainbow

And find the gold within quiet.

(sestina)