Buried Treasure

You are not gone for I have you
In my heart's treasured memory
Where even Time cannot subdue
Love that was eternally free..

No changing seasons will fly past
No summer, fall, or cold winter
Will ever touch, my love will last
For its own spring remains forever.

I have you here and you are mine
The treasure sealed and sea-buried
There is no key, no cabled line
And the anchor there, all but rusted.

No hope for it to be uncovered
Unearthed, revealed, again displayed-
Yes, I have you to be remembered
And a heart of gold for you there laid.







Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
June 2,  2008