Cold stones

Carefully open up the box
And take out all the gold
And all the precious gems
You have been cherishing for so long

Watch them shine like a rainbow
As soon as the torchlight
Bathes the purple velvet
Inside the weathered wooden case

Explain to your best friend
That this once was your treasure
And try to make him see through your eyes
How much they enlightened your own world

Show him the endless landscapes
Of their reflections in your head
Tell the meaning of their shades
And the pattern they used to form

He will only see cold stones
And dark spaces in between
And you cannot blame him for this
Because there’s nothing to be seen

And no reason for him to rescue you
Or for playing the doctor’s part
And help fighting the invisible presence
Of a dream that turned out bad.

6 thoughts on “Cold stones

  1. Saya March 26, 2015 / 9:40 am

    such a lovely melancholic poem…

    Liked by 1 person

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