<p>Spirit Box by H.N. Meertens</p>
<p>Sunk beneath the sea<br />
In the vaults of her dreams<br />
She owns a spirit box<br />
With a touch of her hand<br />
She can raise it back to land<br />
And release its locks<br />
She has heard of a place<br />
Where her trace will be erased<br />
With the morning dew<br />
O and she knows just what it takes<br />
O and she knows just what to do</p>
<p>And she believes this place is magic<br />
That it’s built on sacred ground<br />
She’s afraid before she gets there<br />
She will be lost .. and never be found</p>
<p>So when morning tide arrives<br />
She hides her sorrow in a smile<br />
And drops her spirit box<br />
And the voices she has heard<br />
Now so silent and absurd<br />
Will break upon the rocks<br />
O but she knows just what they’d say<br />
O and she knows just what to do</p>
<p>And she believes this place is magic<br />
That it’s built on sacred ground<br />
But she’s afraid before she gets there<br />
She will be lost .. and never be found</p>
<p>O so she drops it down below<br />
And she sighs as it goes<br />
As it drops on down below<br />
No one cares<br />
No one knows</p>
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<p>Poem &; Artwork by H.N. Meertens. More info: <a href="http://www.hansmeertens.com/">http://www.hansmeertens.com/</a></p>
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