Hidden Treasure
Hidden Treasure
Hidden, locked away
A last resort
A compromise
When your well has gone dry
You search endlessly for me
Certain that my presence
Always awaits your lonely soul
Underneath your dreamscape
Here I remain
Your reality
I will be your mirror
When delusions are before you
For you I bear this cross
Because my heart beats for you
Just a memory to you so often
Your buried treasure lies here
Waiting to be discovered
© 2008 Courtney Dyer
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