wind, water, and rhyme
brushed away the sands of time
like golden hair - fine
out of a lover's blue eyes
revealing glimpses
into the past
little chocolate heart-sized samples of a
lost civilization swallowed like pride
wonder struck and sowed a seed of curiosity
like one who just discovered knowledge
and the depth of its beauty
desiring to seek that forbidden fruit
knowing well what trap lies there
its beauty, divine and sparkling
a silver crown encrusted with sapphires
that begs one to look further
dig for all the treasure beneath
its beauty: but also worn and dull
like an over-washed, one-size-too-large t-shirt
not highlighting assets
instead drowning them in an ocean of grey
its beauty: where sweetness raffles
like eating trail mix
and its bitterness is cold, black coffee
some crowns are stained with impatience
brush a little more delicately
around the fragile artifacts
never digging too deep
for fear of fumbling it all
uncov'ring these time capsules
conditioned as they were
preserved by memory lapses
laps in a labyrinth
why do we seek
buried, ancient artifacts
instead of building new ones
with the plant that knowledge became?
why do we bury deep
our prized possessions
like a dog buries a bone?
- to dig them up later
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC
wind, water, and rhyme
brushed away the sands of time
like golden hair - fine
out of a lover's blue eyes
revealing glimpses
into the past
little chocolate heart-sized samples of a
lost civilization swallowed like pride
wonder struck and sowed a seed of curiosity
like one who just discovered knowledge
and the depth of its beauty
desiring to seek that forbidden fruit
knowing well what trap lies there
its beauty, divine and sparkling
a silver crown encrusted with sapphires
that begs one to look further
dig for all the treasure beneath
its beauty: but also worn and dull
like an over-washed, one-size-too-large t-shirt
not highlighting assets
instead drowning them in an ocean of grey
its beauty: where sweetness raffles
like eating trail mix
and its bitterness is cold, black coffee
some crowns are stained with impatience
brush a little more delicately
around the fragile artifacts
never digging too deep
for fear of fumbling it all
uncov'ring these time capsules
conditioned as they were
preserved by memory lapses
laps in a labyrinth
why do we seek
buried, ancient artifacts
instead of building new ones
with the plant that knowledge became?
why do we bury deep
our prized possessions
like a dog buries a bone?
- to dig them up later
