Translucence
All sand and stone mines on the planet earth,
big and bright in nature’s translucence
cast courage on all with and without faith
during life’s dread looking for an essence
essential for fragrant flavor on earth.
Faith in the moonstone’s essence
grows very fast in showing great candour.
Hour to hour in harmony with nature,
illness goes into the air in a minute’s favour
just like the Nazarene is of nurture’s
kindness seen around the moon’s splendor
like eternity is seen in nature.
Moonstones don’t have eyes on faces
near nostrils above mouths with tongues.
Opening and closing their faces for all races,
prayer becomes words in the rhythm of the tongue.
Quintessence is the virtue of every race
running against split bodies alienated by tongues.
Split souls are running to their bodies
through mind-feeling and consciousness
uniting broken parts in bodies
vainly sensing a departure from holiness
with the virtue of peaceful bodies,
x-outing wickedness
yammering on a zero-sum game bodies
zinging in songs of peacefulness.
Addiction to beauty makes moonstones
brazen before mirrors and walls
capturing the sense of beautiful bones
dashingly around necks and wrists forming balls
each of which sings for the lone
favourite song of joy lest a fall
gnash a set of teeth
however highbrow the image appears like a word
inspired by the moonstone for hands and feet;
justly for all the world,
kindly for lovers of beads;
lovers of moons more than swords.
Moonstones call the spirit of bodies,
nay believers in cerebral courage
ousting fatal fear from bodies.
Pounding waves below a ridge
quickly beat the heart to make a story
running down to form a bridge
slipping from edges to make a leap.
Ascensional
About the moonstone is this chant
between my heart and the heart of the world
calling on the spirit of the river bank
doing justice to the moonstone in a word.
East or west if I must be frank,
gemstones come into the world
holding pieces together to form brand
in styles beautiful for necks and legs;
jointly beautiful for hands and bands.
Knackless miners mix up stones to make pegs
low in quality but good for hands
bearing beautiful wands.
Newly designed jewellery
opening up the miner to novelty
pre-arranged by nature’s cultler making eternal
cutlery
quintessential in novelty
remaking the world’s artistic delivery
sent through the bravery
ticking like a clock
uniting broken pieces together
veering in a clockwise, not against the clock
whispering through the sounds of other
x factors as inconstant as a dock
yearning not to go further
zealously like a shepherdless flock.
Ascensional is the moonstone
breaching defects from the outside
conversing with marrows and bones
dancing inside the soul whose sides
ease the body in a prone
fragile position of weakness.
Graviception creates gravitational attraction
held and released by nature’s force
in the skies and from the earth’s positon
juggles gemstones without force
knocking bits and pieces in motion
leaving behind cracks for a clotheshorse.
Moonstones are translucent
near objects that are colloid
or solid in shapes whose essence
prays for union with liquids void
quietly in motion’s transcendence
running to heavenly soil.
Feldspars
After the fashion of potassium aluminium silicate,
barring any protrusion
costing the formation of intricate
dead air amazing eyes as the crust indicates
earth’s stone of the moon’s television
filling the world with a gate.
Gaps in-between rocks speak
holiness of the holes holding minerals
inside earthen substances that creak,
jostling with the earth’s materials
klaxoning close to minerals that squeak
loftily about stones and mineral materials.
Moonstones are our feldspar
newly ancient through the ages,
old as the moon at par
per bit of time in no rage
quickening the breaking of cars
running on high speed like no sage
solving wisdom’s paradox
through rock-hitting without any sense
unfolding eternity’s orthodox
vision of the moon’s essence
winning against heterodox
x-axis pausing the moon’s quintessence,
young or old as the fox
zinging a yawn to make a sentence
about moonstones and the tale of feldspars
burning to beautiful sizes
costing highly in value at par
dangling on air’s prizes
earning merits as far
from the south to north’s clamping as with a vise.
Gemstones speak about the crust
holding twelve plates as one
in the lithosphere whose thrust
joggles the earth’s changing states as one
kicking against abrasion’s thrust
lopsidedly bringing the plates as one.
Moonstones are feldspars in ace-colour
nicely made to be beautiful
on all surfaces where flavour
pacifies nostrils with the scent of fruits
quietly nourishing all who savour
ripe fruits like miners picking broken moonstones like
fruits.