Stones, Precious

My feet scarred from crossing

A cold crystal spring,

I wander into

An emerald forest


Under turquoise sky

Coral berries and leaves

Glow red in the sun

Like the red prints my feet leave


Hungry, gaunt agate wolves

Lick the black diamond soil

Behind me and howl

At moonstones in my eyes


And my weak human heart

In the world made of stone

Begs that I turn and run

But I can’t, mesmerised