Lore had no name,
just a reflection,
a glint of yesteryear
lighting fools to graves
swept away in tears
of no consolation.
I'd see in a gleam
glowing in their minds
cast out of their pain
from too many stones,
and no relation
to revolutionaries.
I wondered of matters,
if the diamond skin
dressed in blue velvet
could ever wonder
to be seen of millions,
seas deeper than dreams
to rise up and crash
upon the infinite shores
of her verisimilitude.
