Possibilities
dance in her head.
What pleasures
might there be?
Riches unbounded,
beauty unsurpassed,
joy beyond imagination.
But, what —
what if instead, dread
lurks there,
the terrors of centuries
waiting
in tenebrous depths?
Momentarily
a fleeting thought leaves
only a chill
Nothingness —
could it be empty?
Mind in chaos,
unbearable curiosity
outweighs all caution;
she can no longer
restrain her hand.
Trembling with
anticipated delight
(or is it fear?)
fingers fumble
with the latch.
© 1997 Judy Anne
Source: http://www.womenfolk.com/anne/box.htm
dance in her head.
What pleasures
might there be?
Riches unbounded,
beauty unsurpassed,
joy beyond imagination.
But, what —
what if instead, dread
lurks there,
the terrors of centuries
waiting
in tenebrous depths?
Momentarily
a fleeting thought leaves
only a chill
Nothingness —
could it be empty?
Mind in chaos,
unbearable curiosity
outweighs all caution;
she can no longer
restrain her hand.
Trembling with
anticipated delight
(or is it fear?)
fingers fumble
with the latch.
© 1997 Judy Anne
Source: http://www.womenfolk.com/anne/box.htm
