gold-spun and rainbow-filled are the urns of
reminiscence. she loves to sit and dip
her elegant fingers in their clear sweet
memories. gentle breezes lift her gold
honey hair as perfect as a spider’s
thread and she peacefully remembers the
former days and times that were distasteful,
but for all the moments ever lived she
knows the ones that are the truest are the
ones she never knew, waiting ahead in
time, the ones yet to come, and the unknown.