Hiding what's within, rejecting outside things; it never works,
Say never. Open the never;
Unseal the brilliant box,
reveal it's contents, give them away;
unblemished pieces of love.
Don't let them hide
in some secret place, or break
and turn to ashes.
It always wins, it's beauty so lasting
protecting it from the destructive sun's pain
in the safe season....
until the gates are breached, and a thousand rainy nights harm beautiful things
and tomorrow's Passion is exiled
to a silent island, further away than Robinson Crusoe.
But the quiet is loud when silence is nothing but a grave,
and the closing chapter isn't yet.
Passion always manages to find
a new place
when tomorrow comes,
a place where the clock is broken
and the doors of tears
or hold it prisoner....
waiting until Time says it can come back
and reside once again
the brilliant box.