Four
I'm turning out the lights
To remember how to see
'Til a renaissance takes place
And resuscitates the colour of paint and divinity
As if God hid the building blocks
Of every beautiful thing
In this game of hide and seek
I can't help but think
That ordinary has swallowed the key
Bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust
For a moment, we get to be glorious
Ice sculptures, adorned in light
Sand castles built tall, in between the tides
Maybe I'm hiding behind metaphor
Maybe my heart needs to break to be sure
One day, I'll wear it all on my sleeve
The insignificant with the sacred unique
But I've fallen in love with a ghost
I lost my balance when I needed it most
And this blurry photograph is proof
Of what, I'm not sure, but it feels like truth
I'm stuck swimming in shadows down here
It's been forever since I came up for air
Flashlight in hand, determined to find
Authenticity only poetry could even begin
To try to describe
Bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust
For a moment, we get to be glorious
Get to be glorious
Get to be glorious
What if we already are
Who we've been dying to become
In certain light, I can plainly see
A reflection of magnificence
Hidden in you
Maybe even in me
To remember how to see
'Til a renaissance takes place
And resuscitates the colour of paint and divinity
As if God hid the building blocks
Of every beautiful thing
In this game of hide and seek
I can't help but think
That ordinary has swallowed the key
Bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust
For a moment, we get to be glorious
Ice sculptures, adorned in light
Sand castles built tall, in between the tides
Maybe I'm hiding behind metaphor
Maybe my heart needs to break to be sure
One day, I'll wear it all on my sleeve
The insignificant with the sacred unique
But I've fallen in love with a ghost
I lost my balance when I needed it most
And this blurry photograph is proof
Of what, I'm not sure, but it feels like truth
I'm stuck swimming in shadows down here
It's been forever since I came up for air
Flashlight in hand, determined to find
Authenticity only poetry could even begin
To try to describe
Bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust
For a moment, we get to be glorious
Get to be glorious
Get to be glorious
What if we already are
Who we've been dying to become
In certain light, I can plainly see
A reflection of magnificence
Hidden in you
Maybe even in me
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Writer(s): Ryan O'neal
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