In Mists of Amethyst

She doesn’t read the words I write

She doesn’t know that I exist

But on some long electron path

That swirls in mists of amethyst

 

She dreams a multicolored dream

Of sapphire dark and sweet topaz

With everything she longs for still

And all that she no longer

Has

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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