Saturday, January 4, 2014

Lit Within - For Emily Burns

A poem for a poet: 

Perhaps you fell from quantum heights
To rest gentle by the brook
Chortling as she dashes past you
The rocks will cry out
You wait patiently
Warn smooth by wind and water
You cannot fathom
The way the dappled light
Dances across your prism skin
Sets you sparkling
So brilliant I am blinded
Small stones unnoticed
Render treasure
At the touch of the Maker’s hand
Tooled, spun and refined
And set in metal
Tempered to reveal
The treasure of you
Lit within 
04 23 13 
TL Boehm 

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