Hazy is the vision through the storm
Confusion plagued by beaming rays of light
No shield large enough to offer relief
Still, you go gently; cautious with a weary heart
Beauty is the reflection in the mirage of clarity
As you fill up your being with the desires of the other
Treading with ethereal confidence in the safety you reside
The waves blow up and take you under with the swell
You will swim forever in the odyssey of hope
Kept safe in the clear sight of the selfless

~~ You may never know the beauty that you radiate, but it burns brightly into the souls lucky with recognition. You are a cross with a yellow rose, you are the quiet one...who you just have to get to know.

Love- J