Gem of Solitude - April/May 2007

Retreating to a place of solitude,
I stumbled on a stone.
I fell. The force of it knocked the wind from me,
and there as I lay prone,



I saw myself reflected,
I found myself augmented,
I felt myself captivated,
I was fascinated
by the facets, gleaming in every hue,
of a precious gem that shone through.



I peered into the polished image
of this cutting crystal conglomerate,
searched inside my soul,
and there I discovered, uncovered,
a wealth of multifarious percipience,
organic gold
compressed into hardened, sharpened diamonds,
and the pearls of tentatious perspicacity
encased in a tarnished mercurial mould.



I saw myself reflected,
I found myself augmented,
I felt myself captivated,
I was fascinated
by the facets, gleaming in every hue,
of this precious gem that rang true.



As I clear the settled sediment
surrounding this glistening, exponential iceberg,
a trove of ordered complexity is revealed;
rich harmonies on smiling ears
open the curtains on a fresh outlook
of carefully reckless, cautious abandon, surreal
in these cold, marble roots
permeated with the glow of morning sunshine
otherwise thoroughly concealed.



I saw myself reflected,
I found myself augmented,
I felt myself captivated,
I was fascinated
by the facets, gleaming in every hue,
of the precious gem that that is you.