Ocean Cello

And when a Jewel cries,
are too her tears jewels?

Not sharp and angular,
as the flinted gem and jaded crystal.


as what focused gentle
hands of celloing ocean
distill from shores of hard metal rock.
Soft with such muchness that
when struck to the eyes it
does not hurt;
it is rather a sweet Turkish towel,
soaking away cold jagged Kraken terrors,
leaving glowing eyes.

and Scintillating,
the stars of Libra descend
as spangling light
in the falling tears
of a crying Jewel


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