Baby Opal stone on a pedestal
Of vintage gold
On the hand creased by working
Possibilities
Dreamy sun stored greens
In veins of pearly pinks
A mosaic of ideas and
Wonder
Why dream?
Opal airy thoughts shimmer
Within concrete
What are you?
And what could you be?
Anything
“If you want Anything bad enough
You can get”
A lesson learned as a child
Winning a rigged game at a carnival
Drowned in cinnamon butter lights
Among spinning candy neon
Laughing
A crystal hangs by a thread
In the sunrise
Of a window
Why sleep in the darkness of a void?
Absent
of the colors of dreams
When the Opal light illuminates
Everything
About the Creator
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