Once I had a mood ring.
It locked tight about my finger.
Glowed shades of vibrant red when wild I was inside.
It turn a shade of mellow yellow when soothed and calmed by changing moments.
A shade of green which changed by degrees when ire and jealously me deceived.
One day the stone fell out, the band remained and so it shouts.
It's crying for the missing stone, I swear my heart and ears perceive it's calling moan.
Mislaid it long ago, when I was pure as blowing snow.
Cold in heart. caught in mind.
The ring mislaid no more to find.
From then onwards the only ring I wore was on one of gold, I wear no more.
My love was sold.
I bear no more, not ever.
No ring be worn no more.
Mood moments governed by pure emotions, not tatty stones or loves devotions.
(C) LIVVI