Bounty
Twin streams flowing from lakes that see the depths
Of one’s heart and soul
Flowing to a treasure chest wrapped tight with
Chain, lock and key
Once open, its treasure exposed
Radiant and glistening in the sun
Until spoiled, soiled by unclean hands and heart
Unkind, deceptive spirits, prying
Beneath the pearls and gold
Digging to the bottom to unearth the creative forces within
Tearing, biting, tossing to and fro
Destroying the beauty
Leaving it unkempt, broken, no longer shining
Until the winds close it
And the chains slowly wrap around it once again,
Quietly locked, no longer displaying the beauty within
Falling gently to the floor of the lake touched only
By twin streams flowing freely
Copyright © Viv Nichols | Year Posted 2013
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