A train of clouds <br />carried the white smoke <br />across a summer <br />that lifted me to <br />greater and greater blues <br />until, when I had fallen <br />for the uncut emerald. <br /> <br />So small it might have broken, <br />and been swept, wind-blown, <br />into the arms of glaciers- <br />all the living called me <br />from their canyons, <br />and I, fully exposed <br />to love, called back.<br /><br />WILFRED JOHN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-uncut-emerald/
