“I see your inner child
those curious
and cautious eyes
I see the torn and cradled
parts of you
the shadows
in your mind.
I hear
the swan song
opening
in your heart
beating
past the quiet
of muffled passions-
unfolding
in the creases
of your changing face.
All the stories
you have been spinning
in your echo chamber
drift deeper
into the mud
of your own well.
They command solitude
when you step off stage.
I see you,
Ready or not!
hiding- cloaked
behind the red curtains
peeking out
for crumbs
of solace.
Nervous laughter
clutching- at your seams
of hopeful smiles
waiting in the wings
to be set free
from the dross
of life’s memories.
The curve
of your brow calling
to be loved
illuminated
like discovered treasure
in a vast sea.
I hear your soul
like sonnets
of water- trickling
secrets on stone
effigies like steam
rising
from the fire
in your breath
And I know..
your wild song
does not meet
your tameness
of heart.
~Jewls