Within You, Within Me

The Museum of Small Findings


Within you, within me there’s a place

A room with little furnishings or face

A place of tribute for our collected past

In the museum of small findings things last

Wandering down an aisle or maybe two

I found a glass slipper I took for a shoe

Later I found out how wrong I would be

Walking on the shards of a heart I didn’t see

Seeing a seed not grown, inert, and still

The passions of your love conquers my will

Taking in the whole of this lovely room

Blesses and consecrates love’s tomb

Reveling always in this moment’s time

Clears the air to hear the heart’s chime

So I continue to walk down the dusty aisles

To awaken and see life’s beauty for miles


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