Burning hot until when its gone
nothing's hardly felt
and all that once was
has fallen to slow song...
And it became something different
when it caught in your ears.
It became something more
like a song of lament
Of which words fell and folded,
beheld in your eyes,
became like diamonds in the sun.
From them the shine was what you desired.
A reflection of a truth perceived,
in mirrors of a world concealed.
Though it lies hidden from all sight
you cast a light hoping for a glimpse.
