Between two shores
A baby cries
A raspy breath
A window

Of distraction
As worn hands
Work the rich dark

True beauty
Can be found
All around
But, not timeless

A glittering buried deep
Hands carefully push away the soil
So this is it
Carefully lifted up and out

Placed on the solid earth
A pause
Then the lid opened
An empty wind

Up and out
Wrapping the heart
Sings of
A thousand years