What do you hold dear?
What do you hold near?
Do you dare?
The inner sanctum of the mind
Within which you may find
Unknown beauty of another kind
On untrod path my foot does land
My toes dig lightly in the sand
With upturned palm I raise my hand
Knowing nothing in front of me is real...really!
At the break of day I place a kiss
Knowing the dawn...she I will miss
I drop to one knee...I will not be remiss
With mind empty two fingers of each hand slowly rise
Right to my forehead left ever so lightly...touches her heart