The Treasure Box
janine canan
Your nightmares will always be safe
in my treasure box -- painted
with crimson blossoms, enchanting birds.
Your nightmares belong with your jewels --
carnelian dreams, melting amber,
lazuli skies teeming with golden stars.
There, whenever a child cries --
rivers rush turquoise, hearts pour ruby,
mirrors reflect only the night's beauty.
