Blue Diamond

Hallowed be the voice that flutters on the wind, whistling past a cavernous coal mine where the caged bird sings

Grain by grain we shift through narrow glass

Distracted from the moment by the knowledge it shall pass

Anticipation breeds desperation for an absent, ever fateful knock

Yellow buttercups whisper eternal hilltop bristle

While mighty oak stretches fingers through soil and around rock

Strip mine disguised by mother’s persevering thistle

Hides her treasure deep within a wheathered shroud of soot and dust

Her comfort touch imbued eternally with intrinsic trust

Ruins lay upon their deathly bed

Where once a crumbled memory stood

Harkening to the elder query,

If a tree falls in a lonely wood…

Evaporating dew drops rise from sweetly scented blades of grass, rendering it almost possible to ignore the neighbor’s cell phone rings

Churning blue waves, rolling green hills, rugged brown mountains, glaring white icy arctic shelf

She turns not for any other than herself

Bejeweled by beauty and blessed with might

Like the stars above

      She shines both day and night

Blue Diamond