Be light like a feather

and soft like the breeze.

But tough as nails under pressure,

be all you can be.

The diamond still struggles

when it needs to be cleaned.

Your spark is still lit,

even in the in between.

Fan the flames, mine the stones,

watch your story unfold.

The truths in the echo’s of your souls

tellings and tolds.

Cant mend what’s not broken,

wishes unspoken.

Your heart is in love, with voices unknown.

Yes, Darling,

you’ve awoken.

Break the surface, cut the stone

place the diamonds of your soul

in to pockets oh so full.

Watch ’til they grow, and grow from below.

Water and wax them,

for we will never really know—

whether diamonds are magic

or if love needs time to grow.

We’re watching and waiting

we’re pining and baking.

The stunt never shows

what we don’t need to know.

Look deeper and find

yes, Darling

you’ll see.

The walls have all broken,

only diamonds survived.

In the heart

from the mantle

so hot,

fire flamed,

pushing and pulling

we knew you would find your way—

up through the crust of past lives taken too soon,

patterned rust

no escaping the moment from which we encrust.

yes, Darling

you’ve awoken.