splendor’s symphony

when he says i am
beautiful, i believe
what he sees,
what he does not
know; how i never
settled to sound
outside my own mind.
words are uninvited,
always taken back.
offers without intent,
claims with no stake.
do you realize
when you speak
i become buried
inside of a breeze
improving how my weather
once eroded me to nothing,
i become discover,
a synchronized song.