the quartz
on my bedside table
seems to vibrate
when I’m not looking,
yet when i turn around
there’s no movement
at all.
only pictures of us
and the old book
you gave me
scattered on the floor.
is it trying
to tell me something
but regrets the ruckus
it’ll cause?
With the rain and the landslides, the contents of the road cut was clear. “Look, diamonds,” she yelled. But they weren’t diamonds but large quartz crystals stuck in the mud, glittering in the sunlight.
it shone with amazing clarity, gleaming in the soft rays of sunlight peering through the mouth of the cave. rough edges shimmered in the light, creating a sense of beauty that permeated the otherwise barren surroundings.
the quartz
on my bedside table
seems to vibrate
when I’m not looking,
yet when i turn around
there’s no movement
at all.
only pictures of us
and the old book
you gave me
scattered on the floor.
is it trying
to tell me something
but regrets the ruckus
it’ll cause?
Quartz is crystal, growing sharp towers, rose and clear, diamonds for the people and for time, ordinary gems keeping the world going.
With the rain and the landslides, the contents of the road cut was clear. “Look, diamonds,” she yelled. But they weren’t diamonds but large quartz crystals stuck in the mud, glittering in the sunlight.
it shone with amazing clarity, gleaming in the soft rays of sunlight peering through the mouth of the cave. rough edges shimmered in the light, creating a sense of beauty that permeated the otherwise barren surroundings.