“The Rarest of September Birthstones”
Bring me Kashmir Sapphires from a century past
From your majestic mountains
Vibrant blue
These are the threads that I weave for you
Mined from the land that echoes secrets from its caves
To travel light
To be the light
I lace together the boum in order to make sense of it
Trying not to kill the beauty
Because the beauty is in the velvet
In the cracked hands of a lucky boy in 1927
Cooling his fever while setting his mind ablaze
From a Pisces moon destined to be bad news
The fat pad of his thumb
Pawing it in his pocket trying to bleed out the love
Such a loyal boy
They say his eyes turned to Kashmir Sapphires
When they laid him to rest in Marabar
Alone with the boum of his heart
I can still hear the echo in mine
(photo credit: thediamondtalk.in/kashmir-sapphire/)
