Opalescent Path
I could adorn you
with great riches,
but my greatest gift
to you is my poetry.
Like a pearl without an oyster,
I roll along a precipitous path,
through a plethora of vacant shells -
none seem to be my sanctuary.
Slightly dizzy, swirling and twirling,
my glass heart illuminates,
scintillating upon dust and blackness,
seeking that opalescent path,
where dawn is greeted with crystal skies.
Meadows glisten in emerald dew drops,
as luminous rose gold sun silently soars,
awakening sleeping tulips to spread their petals.
Sun rays blossom through amethyst stained glass,
reflecting upon her bronze plum cheeks,
shimmering upon her ruby - rosy lips.
Revelations of silver glints in her eyes
are like diamonds that only sparkle for me.
When our shades infuse and absorb,
our spirits float like a spectrum of butterflies.
Juices flow like emerging stars at twilight -
An end to lonely monotonous darkness.
But what am I,
but a lonely pearl 'rolling
and strolling,' yearning to feel
glorified within my beloved's
opalescent path.
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