My box

Gold, glitter, glistening,
soaked with summer sunlight.
My dreams drift down
to my beautiful, beloved box.

I open the lid.
I can feel,
all of the memories
floating back to me.

Full of flashbacks,
photos,
my first journey,
my favourite things,
my most treasured secrets,
all hidden in my box.

As shiny as newly polished diamonds,
As stunning as the sun setting and rising.
To anyone else it has no value,
But to me its as good as gold.