Trinket Trinket

Once strolling along the seaboard, suffused in beams of shine,
I prised open a furtive box and claimed its trinket as mine.
“Enigmatic creator, alchemist divine”,
Rewrote mere metals to a treasure so fine.
It smelled of salty sea air as I held it up to my nose,
Might it be a gourmet delight, beguiling, I suppose.

I imagined the radiant piece of art in, per my innermost gaze,
Clenched deeply, its presence loudly glowed in many pacifying ways.
An ecstasy as pure as a mother’s love, I paused to muse why?
Of our realm, where peace is symbolised by snow-white doves that fly.
Where free spirits bask in glory and find eternal love.
A lustrous temple of power from almighty divinity above.

I clenched the trinket firm, to protect me from life’s haze.
Its numinous aura emits hope, even in the darkest of my days.
Cleansing my temple, as though the coast wilfully bathed by waves.
From dismal depths of darkness to pain midst every strand,
At times I still gaze in awe at this miracle amidst my hand.
A sealed mystery it had remained
Resting amidst the sand, what it was doing there
Tranquilly latent in a wooden box
With much godsend to spare

“Trinket trinket”, I would call out its name…
What is your story, what is this game?
It would reply with a still impassive glare
For its face was the painting of god up there!

To days when my face was washed by rain trickling from the eye
The presence of my deific charm slew this urge to cry
Caressing it with carnality, dignity radiating from within
From this finding I had found comfort, defying all my sins

If success is simply a matter of luck, or as they have widely proclaimed
Then the choices we make, our future ordain.
If this is the consequence of ignorance and pain,
Then amongst lies a lesson for man to gain.

The world is not only malevolent and sin
For on days like mine, virtuous events take place within…
This rollercoaster we have decided to name life
With all this misery, pain, guilt trips and strife
Sometimes lives to grant us a gift
Trinket, trinket, do you catch my drift?