O barren banks of the Saraswati.
Dry shores that once spawned life.
Where sacred water lavished glory
On ancient cities now forgot.
There I found you, Moonstone.
You, who taught me ancient truths.
O gem, filled with veils and mists
And colours that have tales to tell.
While cupped darkly in my hands.
You lie there dark and somber,
Trapped in my grasp, your heart gone cold,
Your singing voice without its chord.
But when I held you high above
To feel the glow of the morning sun,
I see your veils of blue and green,
As they dance and sway in pure delight
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So bittersweet Fred. Lovely, sad and joyous. To have and feel love such as this... Thank you.
Thank you for coming by, Chana . I'm glad that you could feel what I was trying to say. What more can a would-be poet ask for than to be understood?
we can't hide a thing of beauty or it loses its luster
Yes...a thing of beauty should be nurtured ...and danced with. *smile*
From barren - ness to beauty. By way of sunlight.
Magnificent
Hi Cristina Yessss! You said that so magnificently. And that sunlight can come from anywhere. Even someone's heart.
Yes Fred, ESPECIALLY from someone's heart! (A little Swarovsky might not hurt either, lol)
Ahhhh...do you still have vivid memories of your recent trip? Ok, Swarovshy but please don't ask for a Farbigiere Egg from Moscow.
Are you speaking of a precious stone, or your beloved one's soul, or both? A true masterpiece, dear Fred! :-)
Hugs and blessings - S.
Hi Sveta. Haha...I think that you know the answer. That stone is the metaphor for your partner. One can't hold another person in a soul destroying grip. The holder becomes the loser because he fails to see the growth of a flower of consummate beauty.
Do you know the moonstone? It's almost colourless but inside there are faintly coloured milky clouds that become lit up in glorious colours when you hold it up in light. It's one of my favourites.
PS I'm a one-time rock-hound...we would try and find semi-precious stones in deserts, caves, mountains, wherever.
God's blessings Fred
Amazing and stunning (am I not running out of what to say).
.… sense and sensibility
Hello Kushal
It's an honour to receive a comment from you, Thank you for the praise. You're always welcome.