The Silver Box
Heavy lids cloud my vision, clouds shrouding the sun
It waits for me, knowing I would come
This day or another.
Morning fingers creak open and grasp the silver clasp
Cradle the box firmly against my breast
The cure waiting to be released.
No sound from hinges, lid slowly raised
Peering inside, heavy with longing for good old days
I find the first one waiting.
Good memories hoarded, a private cache for lean times
Like a prescription to be taken as needed.
Unfold it now and read aloud.
Fill lungs and tongue, eye and ear with forgotten feelings
Savoring one at a time, today it only takes a few
Some days it takes the whole box.
Lighter now I reach for the other box, wooden with no clasp
Fold the early morning clouds into a small square
Placing it there and close the lid.
Springing down the path, ancient dance steps lightly trod
Wooden box placed into the pit, fire licks
The sides turning wood to ash.
Sadness consumed smoke drifts aloft, into a now blue sky
Sorrow released to angels above, who heal it with love
Changing it forever.
© 2015 Rose Ann Penney
Heavy lids cloud my vision, clouds shrouding the sun
It waits for me, knowing I would come
This day or another.
Morning fingers creak open and grasp the silver clasp
Cradle the box firmly against my breast
The cure waiting to be released.
No sound from hinges, lid slowly raised
Peering inside, heavy with longing for good old days
I find the first one waiting.
Good memories hoarded, a private cache for lean times
Like a prescription to be taken as needed.
Unfold it now and read aloud.
Fill lungs and tongue, eye and ear with forgotten feelings
Savoring one at a time, today it only takes a few
Some days it takes the whole box.
Lighter now I reach for the other box, wooden with no clasp
Fold the early morning clouds into a small square
Placing it there and close the lid.
Springing down the path, ancient dance steps lightly trod
Wooden box placed into the pit, fire licks
The sides turning wood to ash.
Sadness consumed smoke drifts aloft, into a now blue sky
Sorrow released to angels above, who heal it with love
Changing it forever.
© 2015 Rose Ann Penney