ROSE QUARTZ

A fragile gift that has followed me through the journey of my life
An object so smooth and shiny in appearance
Like nothing else can be
The rose quartz, a crystal of unconditional love.

24 years, 1990-2014, my grandparents have spent
Collecting, tossing, decorating and smashing these gems
To discover what immense beauty and supreme powers lie within.

Elongated markings, spread across the face of the quartz
Deep beneath the beautiful ripe raspberry face lay the elements that decide your fate
Grass, water, blue wren and jarrah trees
What more significance can their property hold?

Memories are secured inside me, as are the green pastures protecting the quartz
Edges so professionally curved, what immense powers must it portray
In its hazy to translucent form, a hint of sunlight is only swallowed by 5% of the rock
The remainder is left untouched, maintaining its natural beauty.

Across the vast acres of Western Australian land
Only a couple will be spotted
The rocks will remain as silent as a grave
Until the man obtains it in the dead of night
The fragile gift will forever continue.