The silver key,
By Life’s fine hand,
A custodian to Life’s cache,
That is weathered,
Seasoned by Time’s travails.
Shielding her inner self,
From the stormy tempests,
And wailing gales,
For it would not unlock the door,
That opened into the caverns of her heart.
It hid the dazzling beauty inside,
It shaded the stardust that danced in her soul,
And the stars that lived in her eyes.
She was all light and wonder,
But the world saw only a stony edifice.
The silver key would turn,
And she would light up the whole world!