Take her hand, Trust. Promise her your faith, For she will be your guide In distant lands, You lighthouse Through the storms, She holds the key To a thousand doors, The answer To a thousand secrets. She will give you Endless gifts, The sweetest fruit Your tongue may ever touch, The purest water To grace your parched and aching throat. But you must see. Give her your eyes And your ears In darkness and silence, Give her your open heart Through ire and sorrow, Give her your days and weeks, For every one She will return to you tenfold. Do not crush her silken wings, Do not steal her hope. Do not let her colours fade As you clutch her in your hungry arms.
Let go, trust. She will return, And with her she carries the gifts Of a million iridescent moments.