Clear and potent, well done. As multifaceted crystals we shine with prismatic crowns, then dim to opalescent glow before becoming jet black under the new moons umbra, cycling to shine anew as splintering wisps curl from the golden dawn.
Great poem man. The message? I see it as the cycles of life. Wake, rise, float, fall, sleep, wake, rise.... Ups and downs of life, it all comes round again, for a second try at bliss.
Beautiful imagery. I love the idea of the cycles of life. It almost reminds me of Buddhism's cycle of birth, life, sickness, death, and rebirth. Peace and love
