Treasure by Alison Stormwolf

If we could catch our memories
As butterflies in a net
And put them safely
In a large glass jar
And tend them lovingly;
Then in the darkness of the night
When fear grips our souls
Or in the winter of our life
When our spring will be elsewhere
Could hold that jar in our hands
And gaze at the multicoloured contents
And, removing the lid, lie back
Letting the butterflies
Fill us with wonder
As they surround us,
Chasing away the gloom
With the silent flapping of jewelled wings
Rainbow beams of light,
Criss-crossing the room
Dispersing the shadows
Gladdening the heart
Protected, untainted and pure.
© Alison Stormwolf