Jun 29, 2014
The Vessel
This rustic thing holds memories And more. With the space inside To take what's instore. It was crafted to be caught By the eye of love. So it can fill the voids For the hearts up above. But not all see the time And the thought that was poured, And may not imagine How much it's adored. Can you see the screws And crafted glass? It came together purposefully To fill a particular mass. Does it matter if it's charm May take a minute to find? I love this vessel dearly Because it is special and mine. I see this and smile At the lines of it's shape. Because I know it will share any newly given weight. It was prepared to hold that Which will refresh and refill. And help others that seek Out peace And to be still.