For Your Being Poem by Elvis Lantan

Between a rose and a treasure box
From the window of that shop, I chose you

But of all I have and all I need
Of a heart cut by glass
And a tree with only a few golden leaves
I have very little to offer:

A small dandelion
Poems made of wood
Piano keys
And a weeping guitar

In a box of oblivion
I have only the night to give you
Only a palm made of grass—
A haven for your hand

I own things that are of no use
Some falling leaves of autumn
The timid moon
And the silence of a storm

I have no always
I have no never-again

I do not own gold
Nor do I own silver
I have only the light of the moon
And a dwelling for your being

I have at my command:
All that is nothing
And everything that’s something
The secret life of an open box
A dark spot for a heart