a box of wood, holds a heart of glass, that is shattered in a million pieces, over dreams of memories past, a tear of crystal, holds a world of fear, splintered into a million pieces, over all of the failures she feels, a taste of heaven, in a simple kiss, holds diminished passion, in an illusion of bliss, a single piece of paper, holds a verse of love, written carefully in long-hand, but somehow place above, a drawer made of pine, holds a filigreed necklace of silver, tarnished and broken now, but its message still delivered, a mind of loneliness, holds a maze of roads, shes lost on some trodden-down path, doesn't know where she is going, a stretch of beach, a million grains of sand, tumbled through time, regardless of man, a dream of forever, already lost to lies, lying deep within her reality of Never, so young but already empty inside...... copyright 2003 3-11-2003 The PooRe PoeT dedicated to all of the young people already dead to the world we live in.