/the five o’clock black sky\
/cleared for diamond fortunes\
[the silk bag containing the gems]
\has been gently tossed/
\all that is left to do/
\is for the muse/
\to read it/
\***/
\*/
…as some dust falls into the corners of sleeping mortals eyes
their dreams dance rich with curiosity, wonder and
creativity and attempt to capture just some of
the magic upon awakening…
(c) JP/davh
Lovely piece of mind, btw, is it a diamond shape?
Beautiful shape poem.