Taking it into hands, careful not to let it fall,
lease it brakes and all it`s beauty be lost.
It is to be treasured, cradled gently, not tossed.
O, how the sunlight does play,
in it`s many facets aglow,
yet every sparkle, a wonderment
keep ones' eyes in tow.
I can see myself,
reflecting,
in the unending mirrors,
shimmering bright.
Like captured birds,
incaged, impossible to flight.
Spell bound, it holds my gaze
with an uncompromising grip,
but in love,
not in pain,
into it`s most inter parts, I slip.
How easy it is to loose ones' self
in it`s Glorious Beauty,
A compulsory trip,
but a wonderful duty.
Keep it,
my thoughts race through my head,
or should I return it,
yes, a must,
I solemnly dread.
Then to my amazement and surprise,
the owner of "The Crystal",
mysteriously arrived.
How long he had been there,
I surely don`t know,
But as I put the treasure down,
and turned to go,
He leaned forward,
and whispered in my ear,
don`t leave "The Crystal" laying here.
It is yours to keep,
he said with a smile.
Shrugging his shoulders
in a gentle style,
All the while,
it`s been yours,
don`t you know?
For it is "YOU" that is
the Sparkles, the Shimmers, and the Glow!!
Arranged with love:~Rachel~
