A unique glint compels the eye
Towards desolation
Pluck a stone from the desert floor
For examination
Would faceting reveal a prize?
Do its flaws void its worth?
Could it ever shine so brightly
It seems not of this earth?
Yet inclusions of baser stuffs
Are threaded through its veins
Harsh mineral imperfections
Which this beauty contains
They cannot be excised, you see
It would transform the stone
Into a hollow, pitted thing
So best leave it alone
Just drop it back into the sand
With spots you so abhor
Another hand will pick it up
One who can love it more
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 1:23 PM UTC
A unique glint compels the eye
Towards desolation
Pluck a stone from the desert floor
For examination
Would faceting reveal a prize?
Do its flaws void its worth?
Could it ever shine so brightly
It seems not of this earth?
Yet inclusions of baser stuffs
Are threaded through its veins
Harsh mineral imperfections
Which this beauty contains
They cannot be excised, you see
It would transform the stone
Into a hollow, pitted thing
So best leave it alone
Just drop it back into the sand
With spots you so abhor
Another hand will pick it up
One who can love it more
Not quite a ballad but I'm throwing it in the collection anyway, sorry not sorry.
