treasure

that which I came across
without knowing for what I sought.
that which holds a power all its own
over my most private self.
that which is rarer than gold.
which you cannot touch.
looks like love but lasts longer
and amounts to love but greater
for more for many more
for those you don't know
for others for the others
for any other.
what
treasure
is this.
opening in the words of a child
awed at the possibility and surety
of not having of loss and of hope
and everything we strive
to gain to lose
to break free of.