Prece Preciosa

I'm from the world of those who are not in a hurry
I'm from the corner of few words
I go sifting through life in the pan
Turning sand in a precious prayer

Amethysts, hematites, aquamarines
Why not
They are oversights of some crooked angel
Playing with a slingshot
In the backyard of the invention universe

Diamonds of lovers from before
From now on forever they will be
Love poems sculpted from God's eyes
On the last day of creation

Topaz in the eyes of a tiger
Green tourmalines that project their light
Onto the fairy's song
Singing the carved tune on the ground

Tourmalines, emeralds, sodalites
Carbonites that lightly carry
Inside a rose quartz
The knowledge of existence, the meaning of civilization