Whispers of Eternity: The Saga of a Jewelry Box

In one darkened corner, on a dresser aged,

Untold stories dwell in a jewellery box.

Carved out of cherry and having a pearl inlay,

Brass clasps and curling corners.

The lid opens softly playing low tunes,

It is a lullaby from time’s past.

Velvet clings close like an embrace when covered,

Like a loving hug it keeps the treasures safe.

Rings that have swirled, gold rings with trust,

Silver chains dulled by gentle passage of time.

Brooches that glittered on nights for dinner,

Pearls worn when things were better.

Each piece was a chapter, moment or sigh,

A laughter reverberation and whispers of why.

A lock of blonde hair held tightly by a locket,

The love note folded with utmost care.

Metal memories sparkle gems glisten

What may be more than appears in these boxes?

It’s promises, secrets and dreams lying therein,

Quiet rivers love entangled lives.

On still evenings lit only by the candle’s flame,

One can marvel at the spectacle below them.

As if spirits are moving near us behind them lotteries

Just whisper through hearts alone they can hear.

So this now sits in place a time keeper here beset upon me,

With every glistening jewel holding memory as well as rhythms.

Not just some case but rather an access way or entrance door

To yesterdays gone but never forgotten.

This box is where past encounters present tense

Or this relationship will always remain pristine.

As long as there are beautiful things to see through eyes like ours –

Soon countless stories told about this mens jewelry box will continue to exist.