Tangible

It was faint, it was fragile, it was crystal clear, seldom from my mind. Locked beneath a treasure chest, a capsule of captured time. Intangibly it sat upon, yet hidden in clear sight. Surrounded by  my tight gripped hand, protected with all my might. A symbol of the tides of life, washed upon the shore. Guarded so the memory dear was precious but nothing more. I took from that which never was a tangible delight, and displayed the thing which meant the most from a love I could never hide.