alone my thoughts turn to you and you are here, guiding

my emotions, floating my depression on a raft of memory,

transforming it in your light and the warmth suffuses

me

funny you don't see it in yourself- you diminish your

contribution to those around you, and that is all many

see- you seek to bury your treasure  in desert sand,

but the winds of life blow constant, and reveal corners

for some who would really look - the trouble is, your

treasure is not burnished by most of the people in your

everyday, so tarnish has built in layers- lets work on

thiose corners and make them shine, and then we can

begin to reveal the rest