Encapsulated time, sweat, passion, and energy…
Lost to the onslaught of rushing days.
Rough, dirty, folded time -green paper- in a sweaty back pocket.
Suffocated by a cheap, worn, black leather wallet.
Handed reluctantly like a child from one parent to another,
Deposited with the rest of the bills that have been used-
For a shiny white gem on a glowing yellow band in a black box.
The exchange is bitter-sweet.
The box is only briefly in the rough hand of its temporary owner
Then it is gently placed in a pocket and walked away.
The black velvet box then rests in a more slender hand,
Upon its opening it sings sharp beams of light.
The light reflects off of the tears of the recipient-
Who lets it glide upon a narrow finger.
As the ornament sits, still screaming with shine,
Eyes full of wishful thoughts promise a lifetime of hope.
And the empty black wallet is not thought of again-
It has expelled its encapsulated time for the future.
And the future gleams from the tiny white stone,
With hopes that it may sing lovely songs for two lifetimes.