The Most Beautiful Thing That I Own Poem by Nicky Tatem

I have crafted an exquisite golden cage for the most beautiful thing that I own.

I once saw it fly and marvelled at how it soared
How the colours filled and enthralled me
I was captivated by the purity of its freedom
I stood as stone as its song washed through me.

I held out my hand and beauty came to me, born of a free will
And now, safe behind exquisite golden bars, this most beautiful thing
is mine, all mine to have and to hold
It is mine, all mine and mine all alone.

I have crafted an exquisite golden cage for this most beautiful thing that I own.

My most wonderful prize in a most wondrous cage
My hearts desire in the palm of my hand.

This most beautiful thing is now all my very own but my treasure, my prize flies and sings no more.

And somehow…
But somehow…
Just somehow…
These most beautiful things that I covet and crave and hold in my hands
serve to slowly fill me with an empty, aching sorrow that I just don’t understand…


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2007