And the flames dance
as if by chance
as the winds blow
to and fro
right here
in front of you
these lights glow
what do you have to show?
as if with stained glass
unless there is that
flicker of light
of light inside
you never see
the beauty
the true beauty
the true beauty that dances
beneath the surface
as if it is a furnace
that glow of beauty
like stars in the sky
my oh my
countless numbers
with that glow of beauty
and when that
glow of beauty
slows
doesn't grow
then what you aren't
will not show
it will be fake
with that ache
inside
The one without the glow of beauty
