It lurks beneath the shadows
Deep within the hidden heart,
It wakes up with a roar
A waterfall of force,
It threatens with a gentle smile
Hiding the strength beneath the words,
It follows you to forever
A kindle of scorching flames

It springs forward from loamy dirt
A seedling with unfurling leaves,
It blooms with the reflected dew
Brilliant light against the dark,
It wilts with a forgotten breath
Abrupt, unable to move on
Falling ashes to rise again

It is the hidden virtue
That waits until it’s called upon,
The act that defies written law,
The lyrics to one’s inner songs,
Structure of our souls

The cough that catches attention
The mumble that turns into words
It is in your palm, the awkward handshake