Carnelian, please, I need my strength;
Tell goldstone to be here in lengths
And dragon stone will guide me through,
With rose quartz here, for loving you.
My pyrite guides me to the left.
Labradorite leaves my hand, bereft.
And though my quartz is tattered and shattered,
Tell amethyst that it never mattered.
Just let me cry and let me sing--
Just let my heart explode again!
Snowflake obsidian strips me naked.
Strengthening contrasts are so sacred.
I'll put this rose quartz to my disposal,
Gift opalite ring, accept my proposal
And be with me forevermore.
Please, please be mine, forevermore
Categories:
labradorite, love, proposal, romance, sweet,
Form: Couplet
the Sky,
the whorly colour of
an unknown stone...
...sliced free or from
its sibling side.
The stone unknown, itself
plucked free or from
it’s sibling soil, its Earth.
The stone was not a stone
until it was lifted (as in stolen)
from its place.
Or perhaps the unknown stone
was not a stone until - and this was
just before it was lifted (as in stolen) from its place -
it was seen as a part or a whole and then lifted
free or from the Earth and thereby the Earth was given an unearned unearthed
hole.
So, anyway, the Sky.
It was a whirled color of this world.
A part of this world which was never meant to be apart
or a part of this world.
“Maybe labradorite,” said Sarah.
Categories:
labradorite, environment, nature, philosophy, slavery,
Form: Free verse