My Crystal Treasure

Clear as a freshwater stream
Trickling over foliage in the dawn light
Cold to the touch as a winter morning
The crisp air freezing dew to the tall grass

My hand dances a slow waltz
Over the carefully refined glass edges
Sliding smoothly down the polished crystal

Crafted in withering temperatures
As hot as the scorching desert sand
Burning my skin as I drape it over my fingers

Refined perfectly with blazing metal
Unknown to the memories it will hold

My eyes stare into the breathtaking design
And I travel slowly into a world of beauty and tranquil
Bird calls and soft whistling wind

Memories rise up from my deepest thoughts
A cooing baby, swaddled up in blankets
A babbling toddler, pulling up flowers
A laughing child, sprinting through the grass

I settle my crystal treasure back into its box
But the memories
And thoughts remain