Book of Poems

Saphire

Sapphire

Sapphire is,

The most powerful blue,

That it is the colour,

of the sky after sunset,

the merging colour between,

the raging blacks and pinks,

of the ever present sky.

Sapphire is,

Uncontained and free,

That it is the colour,

of the glorious, untamed reaches,

beneath the rolling sea.

Sapphire is,

The embodiment of cool fierce comfort,

That it is to touch upon,

the first crystalline snowfall,

under a shining diamond sky.

Sapphire is,

A crisp yet smooth flowing assurance,

That it is to taste with your being,

the life-giving spring of the gods,

it's most pure magics,

offered unto mortals.

Sapphire is,

Bold and everchanging,

That it is to smell a grand energy,

emboldened with the opposite of ordinary,

as blue among the warm colours of autumn.

Sapphire is,

Cold and always calculating,

That it is to hear whispered to you,

The calm, roving rush of wind,

upon a still mist covered lake.

Sapphire is,

Grand, elegant, and royal,

That it is to but glimpse,

a single sight of newest life,

the first flight and emergence,

of a baby butterfly.

Sapphire is,

recognized and called upon,

as a human birthstone,

ancient and powerful as it is.

And so I am proud,

to call Sapphire mine,

gem of september.