I have placed pieces of my self in this
Jewelry box along the way
I felt this twirling sunburst of rhinestones
Would catch your eye
And remind you of sparkle and expressive smiles
The mystery of this Persian necklace blinking
With crystalline green eyes
Coy glances under sweetly curling curls.

In the box is a small white stone on which was painted a red heart
Pressed in my wondering hand by the Green Man with a kiss.
Two little ivory blossoms that dangled from small well formed ears
On amber wine colored summer days now lie under the glass cover
Waiting to be lifted from sleep.

If the little silver rabbit pin could speak in my own soft throaty voice
And tell you of my fears the jewelry box may never be opened again…

Love is a mystery held in a jewelry box
It is found in small pieces of things held dear
That lay on red velvet so soft they cannot remember their own tears.
I would wish for the tenderness of your finger
Gently lifting the lid…

Louise Dery-Wells August 2000

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