golden gate of memories

the golden coffer.
it sits, hiding under comfort of a polished shell and
waits to be played; wound up, one more.

bijou golden box.
golden gate of memories;
sandy feet
that move in sync
with the weak waves
of dawn.

the small tinkle of
hope,
lost
in a cosmic city of
troubled minds

just a girl who listens. against the adrift,
vast
world.