Sunday, January 9, 2011

My Best Friend

Once a crystal buried

In the depths of caverns

Lining the walls with

Drips and drops

Of the world’s most natural

Wonders.

Shining strongly

Where nobody can see.

Hoping and praying to catch

The sun’s bright light

And reflect its beauty upon those

Who wish to gaze.

Waiting, for an adventurer

To stumble upon their hidden value—

Their kindness to share

Their untouched soul.

They don’t need makeup

Or to wear a cute outfit

Just their organic self—

To reveal the organic self

Of the one who holds it

In their palm.

Colors of the sky

Live inside it.

The rough ridges of its surface

Could resemble a rock—

But, although in the same family

They are a far distant cousin.

Once discovered

And brought to the surface,

They can achieve their purpose—

Making its way to the flesh

And skin

That will tarnish the band

That holds it firmly towards

The universe.

A whirlwind of pleasure for all

Who gaze upon it.

A timeless treasure

From the underworld.

A symbol recognized by all,

Like a handshake

Or a smile.

A symbol of love, new beginnings

And promise—

My little friend on my finger.

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