The Jewel

They brought the radiance from the violet wings
Of exquisite moments; myriad-plumaged hours
Of light and green-blue evening, starred with thought;
Dove-grey silences and emerald showers
Of song; and burned ecstacies of gold,
Crimson, amethyst and jade to mould
A jewel of limpid fire.

The brought the brazier
Of molten dreams; entwined curved filigrees,
Tortuous soul-threads, anguish-bright, drawn fine
By poignant fingers. Intricately now
Each facet blazed with subtle artistries
Of pain, a glory pendant in Life’s brow,
A flaming lamp in His eternal shrine.