Third Avatar, One

Leda Lamour,
Pandora Waiting

This box contains the beauty of the world –
It sits upon my desk untouched in place,
With paisley galaxies or fractals swirled
Upon a dark cerulean embrace.
It is, indeed, so starry to behold
I’m spellbound as I near this little shrine
Where mouldings worked in deeply burnished gold
Frame cobalt walls where whirling rubies shine.
It was a gift from someone I once knew,
Someone I loved, the last I loved, that now
Sits handsome, hard and coldly porcelain – through
Those waiting years I wait to disavow.
So like Pandora, yes, I know I will –
Someday, this sky will break; I wait until.