Sparkle

Heaven’s melancholy
A teardrop dries
A goddess’ tears, held here

From deep darkness to open light
Taken from the pit of night
Precious value concealed
From all but a seeking eye

Whatever the substance
No matter the cut
All brilliance is worth naught
In the dark, in a box,
Not one quid, not one buck

What beauty is there with no eyes to admire?
What value is there with no heart to desire?
What is a sparkle in the absence of light?
Where is the glimmer in the dead of night?

Bring out the gem let it be stole
For in the dark ‘tis no better than coal
Let beauty be admired and value desired
For while a thing of beauty lasts forever
Beauty is wasted if appreciated never

Keats
03-08-09