A hundred million millennia ‘neath
A trillion tons of
force and friction
Just to build your
imperfect profusion
To be shaped and
shorn by the gem cutter’s sword.
You, with your
fancy-filled facetted starlight,
You, with your
shimmer, your sparkle, your glint,
Maker of dreams
with chimerical vision,
Praised for your
beauty
And deeply adored.
Wrinkle and
sprinkle my eyes
With your
brilliance.
Wake the desire of
this unworthy pawn.
Dazzle the sun
with your unspoken luster,
The ultimate case
of a true paragon.
Leaping the bounds
of this world’s vast continuum,
Lost in a distance
that no one can see.
Touching the
limits we know as eternal,
Never disposed to
hyperbole.
Beauty, thy name.
So easy to see.
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