Still

Strings on a harp
we are notes scattered
Colors splattered
Spectacular pieces of art
Exquisitly beautiful
a light pluck of our
Our enchanting, harmonious stories
strings on a harp
coated in gold

On exhibit
perhaps
But wont you join me in this dance?
In expectation I can no longer stand
this obscurity, uncertainity must pass
Like a worm and butterfly
transformed I will emerge
at last

And nameless, unknown I shall remain
Living will continue
loving in my little ways
Noticing tiny miracles along the way
Hoping my life might sing
Sing with the poems
written in the very core of me
Let love be my ink

On exhibit
perhaps
But wont you join me in this dance?
In expectation I can no longer stand
this obscurity, uncertainity must pass
Like a worm and butterfly
transformed I will emerge
at last

A whisper
is all it takes
a short, simple prayer
rising above bitterness, the unsettling obscurity
the perplexing haze
Just one whisper
is all it takes

On exhibit
perhaps
But wont you join me in this dance?
In expectation I can no longer stand
this obscurity, uncertainty must pass
Like a worm and butterfly
transformed I will emerge
at last