Jewelled Runnings

Whirring of wings and bright things passing by

Pictures in shivers of fast beating hearts

Taking in the hill song, harvests of the swiftlight

Pouring through the passes of a new silvered thought

Jeweled runnings in the gladness and gifts passing by

Glimpses in shakings of sharp drawn-in breaths

Calling in the fit hurt extendings of the love~gold

Dancing through the dappled light of a new understanding

Pressings of rain and love’s weight passing by

Whispers in quivers of tight held arrows

Bringing in my sorrows pipings of the answer

Flowing through the capture of a new comprehending

For where were all the set lights, if the rain didn't come? 

And the coming of the best part, if the least bit wasn't seen?  

Could you grasp its fleeting glimpse, if its point’s left out?

Or retrieve a lost forsaking, to find a silvered treasure?

Amethyst Poetry

     Sometimes, truth, too hard to be said in one way, will find another way to express itself; love never ceases to translate its fiery gems. Sometimes beauty, too piercing to be conceived in its raw state, will come to us clothed in complexity that we might be able to bear it; even appearing in a form we might naturally resist in order to protect itself from being too easily seen. The interior of love too wonderful by far to be perceived by any proud eye, its secrets were the portion of the pure in heart. As the ennobling fires of beauty and truth wait to be welcomed of the poor in spirit, so the shining amaranthine gems of Amethyst Poetry are poised here, their truth and beauty hidden, yet waiting to be discovered. All gifts of love to all who read...shine through the amaranthine rocks Amethyst Poetry . . .