Pandora

Perhaps I should be grateful for the box;
If not for it I would not have known the beauty inside
But the hard glass puts such a distance between she and I;
She may as well be worlds away
So every day I watch her, and every day she watches me
And her words to me, muffled by eternity, warm me
And frighten me
For in her smile I see dark in my soul
And in her eyes vibrant life
Every day she beckons me close,
And my breath fogs the glass,
Every day my hand hovers over the latch
And she says, her voice barely a whisper,
“Let me out, love, and I will show you such things…”