Treasures

Is there a difference between preserved and trapped?

Yesterday my time ran out 
Today I pace through fog 
It came to play, but rhymed with doubt
‘Twas laced with shades of wrong 

So I first recrossed 
The viscous strands 
Of time embossed 
Over criss-crossed lands 

Just to find I’d lost
The voice of pause 
The choice of straws 
Severed short to long 

If I burned one down 
To the stubbiest mound 
Shroud of strums and
Testing sounds

Of what is lost 
But silently loud 
I might succumb 
To what can’t be found 

But the second beckons 
Through braids sewn strong 
And I reckon discretion
Can be imagination’s pawn

The mind is rich
The thread stays stitched 
The child of wild inspired films sits 

Alive, shrined in resin 
Forever imprisoned 
Smaller selves filled with wonder  
Embodied past treasures

©Rachel Nasatka. All rights reserved. You can’t have her she’s mine.