A Treasure Rare

In darkness deep, a treasure rare

A glint of gold, a glimmer there

A thing of beauty, pure and bright

A beacon in the endless night

A rarity, this precious find

A thing of worth, of one-of-kind

A thing to treasure, to hold dear

A thing to keep, to make us cheer

But alas, this rarity

Is but a fleeting fantasy

For as we reach to grasp its gleam

It fades away, like a dream

And so we search, through night and day

For that which slips away

For that which glimmers in the dark

That rare and precious spark

But perhaps, in searching for

That which forever is no more

We find something else, something new

A rarity, that shines bright and true.