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Dark Velvet

Dark Velvet

We are all in the gutter,

but some of us are looking at stars.

Oscar Wilde

1

 

Some memories shine like living precious stones

Now scattered on the dark velvet here before me:

Rubies, red with liquid passion;

Opals, playful, transparent, pure;

One rose quartz, heart-shaped and glowing;

Sapphires, azure like some pensive gaze;

Diamonds, strangely lucid and serene,

Emerging briefly from

A universe now lost,

Or hidden . . .

 

2

 

Such are the gems I remember from myth long ago,

Before being scattered across the dark firmament:

Glimmering now like distant fires;

Sparkling in the vastnesses of space;

Beaming from the farthest galaxies;

Quietly gazing down through time;

Slowly orbiting inside my brain,

And steadily gleaming like on

Deep dark velvet,

Remote, alive…

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