Treasure Chest

unearth
the treasure chest
you hid

the mementos of
your past tucked away
from indiscreet eyes

(you and I and we and soul and heart)

do not weep when
you read
the red words on white
or stumble on
a pressed wildflower
handed to you on a country road
during a summer day

(june poppies and august roses
you and I and we and soul and heart)

instead
remember

how

she looked at you  that day

or when

he stopped to kiss you
for no reason at all

(green hills and fields of gold
you and I and we and soul and heart)

recapture
for
a moment

the light flooding your spirit
when your lover told

you

(moon, planets and stars
you and I and we and soul and heart)

the words you never thought you'd

hear

(you and I and we and soul and heart)

and they came together like
an exploding
SUN

(you and I and we and soul and heart

june poppies and august roses
green hills and fields of gold
moon, planets and stars

shall stay there for you to carry
and muse about

when all you have left
are memories in a treasure chest)

Copyright 2011 Alain Millon