Chalcedony

Our souls were like

The eyes of children

Long before

Careless hands stirred the

Dust that settled in the

Bottoms of our hearts.

Out of sight is out of

Mind but

We have consciences for

A good reason.

We studied our plain

Reflections in the pools

Of our tears mixed

With the morning dew

Until the glittering turquoise

Water made our

Countenances look like

Gemstones.

Our greedy lungs

Grew tired of oxygen,

So we sunk deep into

The bottomless puddles

And inhaled deeply.

We soothed our throats

At the expense of

Our lives, but

Sometimes we kill

Ourselves father than

Endure painful betrayals.

Follow  me as the

Watery stars lead us

Deeper into darkness,

For they will purge us of

Our prosaic existence

Right before our eyes,

Which were once as

Pure and lovely

As polished chalcedony.

 

 

Author's Note

Written October 2, 2014