When I look inside the box
I see jewels that sparkle
In the light
Shine like stars
In the dark of night
Yet extending my hand
I only grasp air
As if there was nothing
At all in there
But flipping it over
The contents spill out
Both jewels and air
All scatter about
And the box is left empty
As my hand thought it was
Don’t believe what you see
But trust in touch
A Life in Poems 