Pandora’s Box
We were children when first we opened Pandora’s Box,
Precocious, Curious, Unselfconscious,
and Unsuspecting.
We had already learned
How to fashion
make-believe armor
from Sarcasm and Cynicism
to cover hearts
Too tender
for their own
Good.
I remember the morning you stood outside my window
asking if I could come out and play.
The sunshine lit your smiling face like
Heaven,
and I had a new friend who made me laugh
and long for adventures yet undiscovered.
We found Pandora’s Box down in the basement
One rainy day in January,
but we took it up to the attic
to try to find a way to pry open the lid.
The instant we started
the most amazing, blinding light came pouring out
Like a nuclear blast
Bathing us in cool fire.
We were so excited
and couldn’t wait to discover more.
As we threw open the lid
the room was filled with Angels and Wizards,
Majic and Mischief, Dragons and Drama.
and the Music was from another world,
familiar, but unrecognizable
It mesmerized us both
until we were hypnotized
in a trace from which we thought there was
no escape
because we sought none,
and Bedknobs and Broomsticks
would never seem the same to us.
When we opened Pandora’s Box
we created such a ruckus
that we were banned from both the basement and the attic
But once that majic had been let out
there was no way to get it all back in.
It just refused to go.
Something there is that does not wish it so
To be confined or limited
or be told NO.
But as much as I miss the box,
I miss our friendship more.
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