The ache of my bones Mimics the groaning Of a falling oak tree Blown down by fierce winds The air will carry us away From otherwise-bleak prospects To the dark night of the soul Where we find the strangest secrets Bound to the bedrock Hidden away in the darkness The gemstones linger until Deft hands pluck them from the murk Gemstones of great colors and shine Are like the greatest inspirations of A wandering man, seeking respite From the long, rocky path of his life To become something greater, and more At peace with oneself We find these gemstones That atone for every misstep For that is what is found in the deepest Reaches of the soul: The darkest creatures carry The brightest lights.