Treasure
Treasure
A day of ruins
There's a Castle at the top of the hill
A defense against crusaders
I could easily broach its walls now
Its crumbing walls once impenetrable
Rubble and ruin
I know the Holy Land calls
But all land is holy
The spit of land on the wrong side
Spectacular
When the sun hits just right
There's a man there too
Who lives in its shadows
In a rusted out car
He lives like a King with the best views
Trinkets on the kitchen table
Broken pottery and ancient coins
Left in the desert
The things we treasure
End up on a stranger's kitchen table
A loan we can repay in time
I came to see a castle but left with a treasure
On loan
A cup of tea with the desert man
And a twisted pewter ring
He thought I should have
No longer shiny
But spectacular
When the sun hits just right