Hidden Treasure

Beautiful creations
are hidden within the line of sight.
Perceptive relations
to a world of frequencies and light.
Scavanging the hunt
for a treasure not yet revealed
searching beyond the front
where the secret depths are concealed.
Glass or diamonds, maybe even ice
melt away too fast to portray
the form of their device.
A change in rhythm
a variance in tone
a sideways glance affords a chance
for the uncovered to be known.
Beauty in secrecy
warm beneath a blackened tide
ebb in cyclic frequency
from the depths where they do hide.
Perceived and received, they are not hidden any more
relieved and believed, they are taken to the core.
Hidden again, deep within, another mighty tide
just to wait and anticipate release from where they reside.
Jewels of human refining.
ore of human creation.
Leave their defining
to simple human relation.