My Box
My box is made of golden oak,
my lover's gift to me.
He fitted hinges and a lock
of brass and a bright key.
He made it out of winter nights,
sanded and oiled and planed,
engraved inside a heavy lid
in brass,a golden tree.
In m y box are twelve black books
where I have written down
how we have sanded,oiled and planed,
planted a garden, built a wall,
seen jays and goldcrests,rare red kites,
found the wild heartsease, drilled a well,
harvested apples and words and days
and planted a golden tree.
On an open shelf I keep my box.
Its key is in the lock.
I leave it there for you to read,
or them when we are dead,
how everything is slowly made,
how slowly things made me,
a tree,a lover, words, a box,
books and a golden tree.
<3!!yeah.this is dedicated to those who need it.
a wish??a reality?I can't seem to tell the difference now.
