Your Song

Many faces
catching light,
sharpened edges
resisting blight.

Uncut, raw,
rare and pure,
nothing hidden,
made to endure.

Every color
pouring through
takes my breath,
beautiful, true.

Mesmerized,
idolized,
sanctified,
purified (deep inside)

Treasured friend,
precious stone,
I cannot keep you
for my own.

You must shine,
share the light;
when it dances—
what a sight.

A trace revealed
your deepest self.
Sing your song
like no one else.

Do not fade
into the night.
Free your song,
give it flight.

Let it rise,
black as coal,
every shade
of your soul.

Waters heal you,
earth keep you,
sky hold you,
stars guide you.

And who are we
to question why,
when all we are
is borrowed light