Stone, they called it once, then glass, a fleeting guise,
Stone, they called it once, then glass, a shifting prize,
What names they draped upon a heart's soft sighs?
Stone, they called it once, then glass, before my eyes.
In poems, beauty, what bright words unfurled,
In poems, beauty, in a painted world,
The cloud, her hair, the flower, her face, pearl,
What names they draped upon a heart, un-pearled?
Stone, they called it once, then glass, a world.
Consider, too, this cage we call our own,
Consider, too, this cage, a life half-known,
In cultured tongue, a room, a seed is sown,
What names they draped upon a heart, alone?
Stone, they called it once, then glass, a stone.
A truth beyond all words, a whispered plea,
A truth beyond all words, for you and me,
How beautifully they named it, "Destiny,"
How beautifully they named it, Destiny,
What names they draped upon a heart, to be?
Stone, they called it once, then glass, so free.
Amazement blooms: from his voice, love's soft art,
Amazement blooms: from his voice, a brand new start,
To this sinner, 'mine,' he gave his heart,
To this sinner, 'mine,' he gave his part,
What names they draped upon a heart, apart?
Stone, they called it once, then glass, a work of art.
What names they draped upon a heart, so true?
Stone, they called it once, then glass, anew.
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