Dark Crystal

Perfectly flawed and opaque, yet translucent enough when you care to look closer, finding brilliant dark prisms bursting from fissures that have yet to cleave it.

Minor minerals intrude, upon close inspection, like broken knife tips left behind, some wounds are open still, some hide deep within, others have barely healed over.

Edges that threaten to cut deep if gripped too tight or ignored, only leave it more interesting if given proper respect.

Heavenly smooth to the touch, pairing achingly well with heady rough patches imbued with a magic that cannot be fully explained, known, or self-contained.

Its silent music breaths and sings into my mouth and mind, reverberating as if I were a rung bell, letting out only a strong whimper and a resolute sigh.

A seeming shape shifter, depending on your angle, how it is held, or what it decides to reveal at a given moment – yet its gray shadow reveals its kind truth.

Like gypsy eyes with a history, light and heat penetrate and emanate when charged by the good and flawed sun, especially in the dark of night.

The path through and to dreams that few believe in, which seemingly cannot be made real, yet they remain silent and fading, in lucid moments of waking, walking, and wondering.

Once a soft, fluid thing borne of the same Earth that brought it into firm being, it too will succumb to geological time and become something new in the tomorrows.