Smooth, shining stone catches incoming light stream in early morning sun- bright whiteness glistens like twinkling stars mirrored on glass lake surface from deep hazed night sky.
Inside reveals mottled hues of pink, beige greyish tones combining pallid violet shades turning white to gold brightness.
Opaque density lingers at centrepoint of mineral mass- hard substance formed over aeons of passing time.
Cloud shadows morning sun as light stream moves southerly. Crystal calms like healing balm waving old ways gone and hailing higher thoughts and dreams to dwell within the human heart and labour on to love.
Last Edit: Jul 20, 2023 15:09:38 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers
Post by stewartedwards on Jul 21, 2023 17:41:15 GMT 9.5
Fjrogers I have slept on this overnight but again your first verse draws me into the centre of a crystal, trapped like a prisoner . I get released in the final verse.
That makes it sound way more serious than it is fjrogers, but your words here really do draw me into the centre of a crystal. Pure majic!
A Simple Man, who tried and failed to reilluminate this planet.
Slogging Scotsman Ma’at Ankh Re
Who am I trying to kid for I can’t even resolve family darkness. Whoever is next to step up, please do.