Jar of dreams

Somewhere within
The smallest dusty crevice
Of my mind
Lies a small jar
Filled to overflowing
With questions to rhyme or reason.
Potions for healing
Letters lost and found
Ideas that seemed to shrivel
And get tossed aside,
Keep company with the vessel
As entwined in eternity
All a part of the whole.
Sometimes I cross the bridge
Into the looking glass
To refresh my mind
Of what is hidden,
Sometimes returning with a speck
Of an answer
Or a piece of enchantment,
Sometimes I go and nothing is there.
My little jar
Plays at hide and seek
Amusing me with the antics
Of an unruly child,
Yet I love this place.
My inner corner of goodness,
dreams and wishes smoothed into a tired mind,
Soothing.
Comforting energy.
The visit fills me with pieces of whimsy
Laughter and calming
Peace and love.
I often wonder if I am the only one
Who has a place like this
Put away in the corner
Sometimes forgotten
But when revisited ah, that joy found
When the jar spills over
And you carry away the overflow,
Your little pieces of yesterday
Found.
I don’t visit often but I know it is there,
Like an attic with treasures
The jar of dreams of my mind.