In a dank and dreary cavern
far below the earth
a new beginning has started
life's labor pains of birth
seedlings that lay dormant
many centuries old
foretell a splendid fable
patiently waiting to unfold
a glistening bubble immersed
in a crystal lake
awaits the innocent hand
of a lady filled with grace
within the bubble lies
a key that opens hearts
scorched by sun dipped tears
many have been ripped apart
few can see the scars
even when open wounds appear
the pain that they project
can deafen a thousand ears
she gently lifts the bubble
from it's silken bed of dreams
fondly she gazes into
the sphere that holds the key
wisdom suddenly grabs her
lifting her from a kneeling stance
knowledge gives her power
to heal the bleeding hearts
the key was always inside her
it's not buried deep, you see
within each living creature
wisdom is waiting patiently
we don't need a bubble
to mend a heart in need...