Beauty lies encrusted

In the eye of every storm,

Sequestered and entrusted

To each heart that watches o’er.

Storms rage captivated

In the soul of every being,

Unemancipated

Till our birth-wet wings might soar.

Summer storms are raging

In my soul this weighted night.

Through volumes here I’m paging

For the truth I thought I knew.

I’ll uproot the crystal beauty,

Unsung, yet all alight,

Alight with piercing mystery,

My soul-storms, silver blue.