Half moon tilts
in silver chalcedony;
new day breathes
on iolite’s breeze.

Somewhere beneath,
earth’s heart sings – –
through pewter blues
and aquamarine wings.

Silvery grays dance
with agate lace wisps;
amethyst’s soft ‘gainst
the nape of snow’s kiss.

The sky collides
in symphonic rise – –
a crystalline grid
composed of rhymes,
for those who see
with lucent eyes
and seek the mysteries
between the lines.

the selenite bright,
my mind stills for love.