#tourmaline
Indicolite anardana
Rainy summer days
Waxy fronds
Croaking frogs
Fall on me in waves
A purple sky
A western wind
A humid breathing kiss
They fall on me
As waves of you
I hope to soon forget
You left me like
A rising sky
Over a passing tide
Dry and brittle
Broken still
Your love and warmth subside
I had to wait
Few seasons time
To feel the sun again
And when i did
I knew somehow
My life began again
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
I store the tourmaline in the shade
of my heart, unbeknownst to it.
"What a sordid gemstone I am," it sighs—
if only it knew how I yearn for its light.
"I'm only prized for the lucre I bring,"
if only it knew I cherish its quiet gleam.
"There are finer stones than me," it mutters,
but to me, they are mere rocks in your shadow.
"People just lock me away in their boxes,"
but I’d carry you with me through every voyage.
"I’m scratched, worn — mishandled," it says.
But I would thread gold through every groove,
and call them the paths that led me to you.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 12:04 AM UTC