I can't see the sparkle

I Can't See the Sparkle

What a miserable day to try to write a poem

When the dismal clouds weep from the sky

I would much rather be hiding at home

I can't see the sparkle

In my car to go to work to make my mark

In the beam the wet road diamonds shine

When I keep myself in the dark

I can't see the sparkle

A lump of rock deep in the earth

Might hide a priceless diamond

When I don't see what I am worth

I can't see the sparkle

A flimsy stick of matchwood sits

Smelling of hell and of sulfur

Until a rough and flinty patch it hits

I can't see the sparkle

With lowered lids she hides her eyes

I don't know what she thinks or feels

Until a tear wells and softly she cries

I can't see the sparkle

One finger softly tenderly lifts her chin

I close my eyes and plant a kiss

Until her gaze reveals what is within

I can't see the sparkle