AMETHYST

the prophetic dream left to interpret.
there is only darkness
and the shadow yet to fall
with the rise
of dawn and awakening.
slumber transports soul
to walk the heavenly realms.
the invisible plane
that men long to traverse.
i walk, i run, and i stand still.
i rest, and then sojourn again.
the bubbling oasis
offers comfort for a night.
in the distance
the song of the gypsy caravan
plays eternal -
a familiar tune
i have heard before birth.
discovery where horizon
is the edge of nothing
converged on everything -
i am so close this time.
if i found the word,
the core,
the source,
the omniscient being
i have believed in for so long -
would he cleanse my soul,
and bestow upon me three wishes?
i suspect he must know what i seek,
awaiting my arrival.
and, in his hands he holds
the sacred amethyst heart -
deep purple resonated glow
through the lamellae.
rippled fractures layered luminesse.
purple, yellow, fire red, deep siberian.
antiquited intaglio intricately weaved
with strands of gold and gem.
wisdom would bestow
my personal mythology
exists in transcendence.

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