I’ll put my dreams in a box, underneath the soil.
hidden from the sunlight, so that they’ll never spoil.
never bathed in golden shine, as one would treat a royal,
but kept away from all that’s bad, and hopefully our toil.

i’ll put my hopes in a box, veiled from those who know.
preserve the thoughts that i will share, from me to you shall flow.
for soaked in their effortless splendor, in the corner they will glow.
so sweet, so dear, so eloquent – from inspiration we shall grow.

i’ll put my secrets in a box, shadowed by the fold.
endearing lines, of worthless cost, gather bleak and hopeless mould.
thoughts of one who thought too much, never growing cold.
she is me, and i am her, for these threads of life are gold

-Reposted from englishpearl.xanga.com