The boy with the blue crystal (POEM)

The boy with the blue crystal — his face shines,

With expectation — like dry lips to wine.

A day is dawning — when the sun shall blaze,

Within his heart — destroying the haze.

Of endless rebirth and the web of mist,

That glistens and sticks to a clenched fist,

Of resistance and shame — when the light is gone,

and the night of ignorance rolls on and on.

He yearns that day — of heaven sent,

When judgment calls — and Maya relents,

From the tiger’s grip — of a mind in chains,

He cries aloud as his heart sprains.

But he knows he’s right, and can feel the love,

As the sun breaks through — on the wings of a dove,

His crystal held firm — to his heart and head,

As he lays happily upon the holy bed…

Of love and light — within the sound,

Of the Lord’s holy name — as it abounds,

Throughout his psyche and every cell,

He resonates like the Crystal he once held.

Soaring high — he leaves this world,

No regrets this time — as the flowers unfurl,

And the scent of magnolias — pervade the sky,

As the heavens finally break and the night cries.

My Lapus Lazuli Crystal