Obscure Gems

Twilight whispering his memories makes Far more eloquent a teacher Than minds subservient to sun, moon, Or stars dancing for universal glory. In this ethereal kingdom the Absence of time and space do Not impede upon the existence Of music, scent, caress— But rather endow everlasting Thrones with power over raging Seas of molten emerald and Clouds, soft and real, beneath naked toes. Fairies, delicate lavender-scented harlots, Fall up into the heavens to paint a History of the stars and indulge upon The vain wishes of mortals. There is no act more brilliant than to spend a Lifetime cutting facets into these obscure gems— Chipping away until their luster Shrouds every original flaw.