The Crystal Sphere

Althought the idea is similar, this is not like my other poem, In the Sky. This one focuses more on the sky itself, and less on what is in it. The style is also quite different.

Layer after sapphire layer

Of intricate, crystalline glass

Form a circle around the Earth,

Simultaneously trapping and freeing

Those who exist within its sphere.

The great eye circles around

And is followed by the silver crescent.

Tiny stars mark the flaws
In the otherwise unblemished surface.

Thin clouds of milky vapor

Spin inbetween the layers,

Covering the greater lights.

 

Or, perhaps, the deep blue sky

Is not of sapphire glass,

But of cobalt petals?

And, somewhere, within

The overlapping, carressing pieces,

The earth spins around,

Merely a fragment of pollen

To be carried on the wind

Or sucked up by a bee,

Or, maybe,

To gently float and sway

From one flower to another,

One world to another?

 

What is the sky is actually

The beautiful, hazel iris

Of a gentle, all-seeing goddess?

The sun could be one pupil,

The moon could be the other.

And on those rare occasions

When the moon blocks the sun,

She is winking, telling us

That all will be all right.

Author's Note

As always, feel free to critique.

Reviews

[Thomas James Martin]

Enjoyed this, especially the imagery about earth and universal possibilities. Very well done.
Tom