We all search for that promised land.

Whether it lives inside our imagination

or truly does exist all around us.

We have an asked upon urgency to live

during a time we might dance away.

Our fears are those we keep alone,

that sometime in the break of day,

we might reveal to that someone who

once held our own heart in her hands.

We did discover. Many before us, is a dull wit;

our gilded endearment favors a facade.

Real lustre lives in the kindness of our eyes.