The Crystal Seed
You cannot harpoon a blossoming moon,
you have less light in the dark.
You cannot escape such sweet emotion,
or slide down a moonbows arc.
Through the dingy darkness
the glassy moonbeams burn.
Their intoxicating dreams...
each taking their turn.
The beams bounce from cloud to
cloud with that same old divinity.
Crashing into the murky depths,
deeper than the sea's salinity.
Look up at the stars
with your amethyst eyes.
The crystal seed that grows
is the seed that tries... and tries!
Copyright © Red Barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015
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