You asked me my favorite color
and I hesitate...
I envision the clear turquoise ocean crashing
on a beach strewn with silver driftwood,
it all reflects back the platinum sun and
a bleached blue sky,
so I tell you blue....
You ask me my favorite jewel
and I hesitate...
for a glittering rock in a setting is nothing like
a sky sprinkled with diamond like stars twinkling.
The purples, blues, yellows, and greens
of river stones removed
from the rushing water would make
a less than spectacular necklace.
The blood of an ancient tree
is not complimented by facets.
The labors of a shellfish
come close in their iridescence,
but the whole shell of an abalone
is much more lovely;
but I tell you pearls,
or maybe that I like stones other than jewels,
I tell you that I love rocks.
I bring you a smooth bit of schist
as glitzy as a tiara
and turn it about in the sun,
comparing it to the Milky Way,
one of my most treasured of jewels,
which sparkles in a similar fashion
to the turquoise waves
tipped by platinum drops of sunshine.