Dreams, like boxes

Can be stored

For centuries

Locked away

Unopened

Yet can be opened at whim

And explored, revealing the past

The present

And what is yet to come.

Love, like an explosive

Can be disarmed

Never to be detonated

Ignored

And discarded

Yet can explode

Magically

Dangerously

Like a firework

Hope, like a door

Can be shut

Locked

Deep inside

Until someone decides to discover

What's behind it

And breaks down the barrier.