The wandering legs of students pass,

The iron chains of fences guard,

The sun above keeps vigil upon

These many pieces of this world attuned to purpose

 

Fickle faint hearted creatures to be claimed

Where is your heading?

Your anchors hang suspended above the ocean floor

Unsurity your flaw, constancy your bane

 

Your heart unlocked, but rarely read

Your soul fortified and constantly attacked

Souls peer through eyes

Inquiry brimming, hope bursting

 

Clarity is lost, for your heart too often ponders

Wonders rarely enjoyed, for the dissecting scalpel

Of my constant questions

Why? How? Who? When?

 

Naught is at peace.

Waters of your soul perpetually turbulent

Clouding your eyes, leaving orbs of your soul

Brown and dirty with grime

 

Precious are the few

Whose low lights beam to meet

Your searching eyes

Precious are the few

 

Perhaps I am not destined for a likeness

Similar of kind won't be afforded in this lifetime

The missing shards of my earthen heart

Wont be filled until I rest above

 

But amongst the charcoal hearts

I see a glitter of gold

Not likely forgotten by eyes so familiar with ash

Not likely forfeited one with so little

 

How precious you are

I can hardly breathe with wonder

Privileged am I to even stand in your light

How precious you are

 

Dug out of the soul

Exposed to my eyes, you only shine more

Through and through you hold

My hearts attention

 

Often have I dug for gold

Too often have I found aluminum wrappers

I am covered in their grime

Grease and grit encompass me

 

With timid feet do I approach

Naught should spoil your glow

Hardly dare I hope to claim you

Yet my very core aches to take

 

When in fullness you ascend from the ruin

I wish to hold you, paint you

Captivate your soul

So even if you go, I'll remember