My Mystic Moonstone

Caged in stratas of abysmal earth
Released by gnarled fingers
Bathed in the pallid moonlight and crystallised
A lustrous gift to the world,
Moulded by Mother Nature herself.

A bittersweet realm,
Possessing seas of milk whiteness.
Paradise for prophets of peace, prosperity, and love.
A stray child of the moon,
Incarcerated in iridescent stone.

Voiding rainbows of life’s colours,
Which crash across the sky and set the horizon ablaze.
Deflecting the universe’s gloom-ridden, black vibes.
Protecting my spirit from the fallen angels, danger omnipresent.
Shielding my soul with a million galaxies of light.

Retaining an aura of mellifluous melodies
Illuminating my days with endless fortitude and fortune.
As pure and lucid as an ivory seagull,
Majestically soaring over the blue divine.
Unfathomable, ethereal, inseparably mine.