The gem I dig is not the stone you seek?
Its spendour carries weight you cannot carry?
Multiplicated souls can reach a peak
Even on mountains rugged, steep and scary.

The white I splatter on your face is powder
Forgotten in the drawer of your mind…
Replace the rotten hinges with a louder
Crinkling pearl-bead worn with woman’s pride.

The seed I plant resembles eye of vulture,
Its gaze misses no angle, spot or nook.
Let blossom-bosoms grow into a mulcher,
Protector of thy inoffensive look.

The glue I use to patch up mirrors, shattered
By vacuumed time and space, a barren swell,
Lies underneath your skin, a fire, scattered,
A duplicated famine I can quell.

Let silenced path with melodies be soaking,
Atuned be rhythm of the voice unheard,
Skies’ softest plumage will redo the cloaking
Of once the most majestic, candid bird.