Silent, they speak <br />of the elemental: <br />clear as water, clear as air, <br />bright as fire, sparkling as sunlight, <br />hot from the Sun, cold as ice, <br />yet created out of blackest earth <br />by forces beyond our imagination <br /> <br />and I wouldn’t be surprised <br />if one day they’ll be found <br />to emit a sound so far beyond heard sound <br />that only dolphins and eagles may <br />hear it a thousand miles away and smile; <br />elemental, the most beautiful paradox <br />of the so practical, created world <br /> <br />and sparkling at the throat, on ears, <br />the haloed tiara on the up-piled hair, <br />but most of all, upon the outstretched finger - look - <br />silent, they speak: he loves me; or, <br />I am loved; or, this is the love <br />I draw to me; or, this is the love <br />I have in me to give <br /> <br />silent, they speak <br />of the spark of a severed sun, <br />spinning a solar system of such <br />solemn, sparkling paradox – a burning Sun, <br />a fertile planet Earth, revolving <br />around each other like forever lovers <br />who need each other to be one - <br />an incandescent mass of already <br />cooling planet beyond all <br />measured heat; of something <br /> <br />even beyond paradox, that could create <br />by laws of nature which we can only now begin to imitate, <br />something so ordinary a pebble yet <br />so beautiful when polished, treasured, <br />that it’s a metaphor for love; <br />silent, sparkling with <br />the laughing, bright-eyed question - <br /> <br />who created love?<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diamonds-are-from-forever/
