And when the restless spirits within
cry out for love you shout,
to keep them hushed so that the
prying judges may not see,
but i see,
you tremble with godly brightness,
oh flower destined to bloom,
with petals that urge the
fingers
to gently
peel them back,
and bask in
the  fragrance of open hearts,
you dwell in dusk lit daydreams
where i've only drifted off for ten minutes and
ten years of rusty pains drill softly as we slumber,
too bitter my tongue has learned to keep itself from speaking loudly,
yet my mind finds holes,
and the ink pours in,
as prison breaks,
they claw and burst like so many forgotten fevers of love,
to freedom as
the songbirds greet the morning.
Oh let these hollowed hills collide upon the shore and
break new grounds with your somber eyes,
i drift and hope to catch my lips upon your breeze,
but you're gone before I know it,
like trickling drizzles I chase to dance within,
Oh how you pray and
severed wishes slither back anyways.
You were never as worthless as
the ugly treasures you've
wished away.
You were always as ripe
as sun-kissed open palms,

don't forget it,
those who think they are just dirt,
but were always pearls.