come rain or come shine

There's something in ourselves we don't know.

Something which we'll deny even if it exists

until it will be too late to do anything about it.

We lend a habit, polished, as if it's a trophy,

begging for the approval of others, and

withal that, nobody has any clue where we are.

How near or how far, which's the truth or

the delusion… how's the look in our eyes

when what we are seeking for it hides

right where we'd never think to search for,

if someone wouldn't appear, miraculously,

to whisper its magic and encouraging call —

“come rain or come shine… come with me,

(come…), (shine on, you… crazy diamond).”