Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 18, 2015

The Box~by rldubour



The Box


                                                            The Box




Long, long ago in a far away land,

With waves of the ocean and pure white sands.

A magical wizard would bury his box,

Wrapped up tightly with his magical locks!

The wizard was dying would

not last a day,

The box he placed secrets

and put safely away.

Who ever can learn

the secrets of life,

Can open this box

on the fourth full moon night.

Thousands of years

and maybe more!

The box lay there buried

as the waves washed ashore!

It seemed that this box

with the locks all around

Will be buried forever

and never be found.

There is a young lady

having mystical dreams.

Night after night with her

visions it seems.

She would dream of a wizard

in a far away land.

Of a box wrapped in locks

and buried in sand.

As she grew older

her visions were clear.

The dreams kept on coming

would not disappear.

She saw waves of the ocean

with pure white sand.

Her urge was to strong

had to find this magical land.

Leaving her homeland

was off on her search.

Wherever it took her

She valued her worth.

With no idea where she

should  start.

She knew that she had too

the dreams now in her heart.

Long years of searching

ignoring her needs.

Well versed in religions

Had thoughts to concede.

She lived quite a life

a story be told.

About to give up her vision

now feeling old.

Her dream is now haunting

One last choice she would make.

She found the wizards bible

with mention of a magical place

Her vision was clear

on what she was seeing.

The clues that she found

lead to the south Caribbean.

She also did find scriptures

wrote from a King.

It told of this wizard

that could do magical things!

Before the wizard had passed

He made a promise.

In time one will come

to the island of Saint Thomas.

She knew for certain

where to go for her search.

Although she was older

Her quest must be of worth.

Her mind and heart

confirmed this was the place.

She will find where her dreams were

make no mistake.

Excited and tired

she fell asleep in the sand.

As she woke this incription

was wrote on her hand.

“Who ever can learn

the secrets of life.

Can open the box

on the fourth full moon night!”

She started to feel youth

back in her life.

Her dreams coming true

Journeys end was in sight.

To be close to the box

all locked up real tight.

Only a week till

the fourth full moon night.

Time will pass quickly

she has to act fast.

To find the box full of secrets

Buried long in the past.

She felt she would find it

never had doubt.

To find this box

was what her dreams were about.

With one night to go

till the fourth full moon night.

Was nearing her quest

that spent most of her life.

The night of the fourth moon

had come and gone.

Saddened inside she wondered

what she did wrong.

If she only knew

the first night on the beach.

She slept by the box

was right in her reach.

She would not find the box

that was locked up all tight.

That she had searched for

almost all of her life.

She forgot one thing

the wizards advice.

Who ever can learn

the secret of life.

No woman or man

No matter what sacrifice.

Are forbidden to learn

The secrets of life….

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