Key

Beneath the twisting folds of blue
The image writhes and disappears from view
Running my hand through the shadowy depths
To glimpse a sudden glitter
On mossy stone
Rusted but it glimmers still
And seems to move
As the ripples push it here and here
Sprinkled with droplets from my fingertips
The key sparkles
And dazzles as if it was new again
Beneath the twisting folds of blue
The image writhes and disappears from view