where do we keep the treasures
that by circumstance show golden
within another's eyes, belonging to
another's heart, we sing a song
edged with the silver of desire.

I found these two four-leafed clovers
while walking in the field today, and
folded them carefully between the pages
of our book...knowing that soon I would
stitch them into a satchel...just small enough
to carry the weight of a fairies dream.

how nimble the fingers must be...
to thread the needle that will row a stitch
through the thin walls of this treasure,
and careful the task of filling the space within.
the dream was larger than I imagined....