Here, around the sea
someone has hid,
in a little corner
a tiny chest with a treasure;
Log-books and trinkets and words and such,
not pricey, not really worth that much.
But travelers are known to hoard less
taking away only the mess.
Or memories of warm handshakes and smiles
something to help them walk the miles.
I added an entry to the log,
and kept something of ours’ back in the box.
it was like looking into a time-capsule!
Lifting veils off the invisible.
Some gifted story of our stay,
a wish for someone to find my today…
© soulreserve 2015