Sapphire Valley

Sapphire Valley

blue in empty rock
field catches soaring hawk’s eye.
Sapphire’s cones
protrude in spring air.

peddler flows with wing’s
shadow, misses this jewel,
eyes fixed on
nature’s majesty.

Gem springs to
life, a beautiful
woman made by over-gods
who want her
to go out and love.

sadness remains trapped
in blue light. Alive and free
she exudes
universal joy.

Copyright, Doug Stuber, 2009. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


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