lease forgive me for indulging myself with another of my poems. This one is meant for the ear more than the eye. Let me know what you make of it. This is how it goes:

let me speak of a pearl
the sort that softly gleams
on the neck of a pretty girl
a moon made minute and white.
an opal stone from a mine
of shadows and silver light

there’s a mystery on high
an ancient unknowable word
that translates a star from the sky
and makes the measureless small.
across the folds of velvet space
it sounds the summoning call.

take the coarsest stone
the dullest plainest rock
prepare it a star to enthrone
and essence of argence enclose.
then await the indwelling light
the ineffable word bestows.

this marriage of dust and fire,
is a joining of heaven and earth,
that grace and beauty inspire
not alchemic retorts or stills.
no effort of man creates
it is only the glory that fills.

this splendour of heavenly light
encircles the throat of a girl
where it shines, but not so bright
for her eyes are lit and aglow
and seeing that lambent flame
who could gaze below?