To See the Beauty Inside

© Photo by Amae

So the night has eyes, to see the beauty inside

Upon a fortress, we rise.

To listen to the sighs of the wild — whispers — standing in the dark.

The sadness inside cast adrift; behold JOY!

This gemstone we touch: the flesh made real.

We rose and ascended to the high — to dwell amongst the summits that pierce the clouds.