Intuition

Like a heart under a stone,

Amber burning on a pyre,

Like the scent drilling to bone,

On a painful brilliant fire,

 

Like a walking on a wing,

Rustles waking up our ears,

Dreams forgotten every spring,

The beginning of all fears,

 

Like a truth in this time flight,

Finding in my palm foundation,

Which I held maybe too tight

To believe in its perfection.