Pandora and her box

i am a half lid

dreaming 

sitting

waiting

as a bespoke pearl

the dreaming never ends

creating 

woves of gold

in silent reverie

yet the whole is an illusion

for we are stardust

explosions

of light

reflected in the sun

 mastery of chaos

 harnessing of form

holding 

pinning 
down of prisms

watch them dance between our grasp

as sprites

holographic 
particles of love