it gleams it glows and refracts light into rainbows on the shadowed walls flickering with the last fire of this winter
this faceted crystal lives in the amber lights speaking of it's years underground of the smell of peat and other organic matter it talks of presing and pressure, of waiting, of dormancy of silence and solitude of tetonic shifts, and little landslips
of the sound of pick and axe and the rumble of machinery the gabble of voices, the greed of man
it talks of admiration followed by cleaving and faceting and grinding it speaks of currencies
it speaks of love, of exicitement and trepidation, of yearning and of acceptance and joy
it tells of years of happiness of washing up and of being held in quiet embrace, it tells of nights just like this,Β Β sitting in front of the fire basking in it's glow, making rainbows on shadowed walls
the big (5cm) fake diamond my boy bought me as a gift,thinking it was real (hey he is just about seven sits on the coffee table in front of the fire it catches the firelight in such a way as to appear to speak with chromatics upon the walls.....it's a wannabee i know..But for tonight it can dream big like a real diamond.....