Herb Alyètte Poet Ballade

Diamonds From the Moon

Of joyous jewels, your heart fulfill
How lavish a gift of such an ore
The moment surprize has sent a chill
Through veins a newly opened door
To platters handed evermore
And diamonds fed on silver spoon
Your grace has come from heaven’s chore
Me?  I’ll source my diamonds from the moon

Said: take the glad and easy pill
There’s so much more you’d best ignore
For knowledge may have quelled the thrill
That jewels are scattered on the floor
Of earth’s bedrock if you’d explore
Before the hands of men had hewn
The rocks you preciously adore
I’ll source my diamond from the moon

There’s pride in diamond polisher’s skill
To craft your gem without a flaw
The hands that play a craftsman’s trill
Between your hand and earths deep core
And now you ask for even more
For only platters make you swoon
Grace for grace you’re looking for
I’ll source my diamonds from the moon

What use were diamonds that you wore?
When adorned on you at gladdest noon
Those granted diamonds, I abhor
I’ll source my diamonds from the moon

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