fatfairies

it was a box
not the box i would have chosen first

tho i smile
i do love boxes and collect them

and not to say it was not a beautiful box
maybe Renaissance
painted with Jesus or saints or wispy holy men

i usually choose the more damaged weathered boxes
distressed
heavier
overused


but the beauty itself did attract me

when opened
along with the sweet music
and the loveliness

i felt
with
a breath exhaled
an overwhelming peace

and
as important
a more earthy depth to the aesthetic promise of the lid
there was
a natural earthiness
that
mixed with my own

formed this particular dream