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, 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.....
