Four Paroles

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
And I lost my balance when I needed it most
This blurry photograph is proof
Of what I'm not sure but it feels like truth

I'm stuck swimming in shadows down here Bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust
For a moment we 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