Flutter, flutter,
The heart will mutter,
Desires to be true.
While locked away in gloom,
Hiding is no good for you.
The truth will spin, spin right out,
From even a wicked heart.
And when golden truth releases,
That’s what sets things apart.
Embracing what is known,
Even at the smallest thought.
Dark thoughts too must surface
Or dark thoughts will weep and rot.