Music Box

I had a music box once
It was a deep red suede heart
When you opened the box a melody would kiss your ears
The beauty of the music was entrancing
A woman stood alone turning to the comforting notes
Her arms open to welcome the world
Constantly turning so always attracting the eye to observe her grace, beauty and openness

Alone she stood, but her heart affected anyone whose ears and eyes had the pleasure of experiencing this pure innocence

I used to open this box to test its honesty
Even the slightest movement would begin the heartwarming music and present the enviable dancer
My pursuit to discover a flaw was gratefully crushed

I enjoyed 
I danced
I loved 

When a nightmare would swallow my dreams
I would awake shaken 
Questioning the world that would contain such evil
But then I would open the soft heart and my mind would ease into a beautiful sleep
My faith was always restored

I lost this box
It was taken away from me in one of the numerous moves I made with my mother
For a little bit I could hear the song and get lost in the dancers movement
I would close my eyes and the box would appear

I lost this mental picture in one of the many disappointments
I couldn’t close my eyes and allow the love to ease my mind
Nightmares seemed to take over