A jar full of secret hopes and dreams,
dances upon the bubbling froth,
right on the edge of a timelessness.
Buffered by the ebb and flow,
it now resides with broken sea shells,
lost among a million grains of sand,
patiently waiting to be found.
©️ 2016 Mother Wintermoon
Cheers to dVerse and Björn using the word “jar” as our prompt.