and in the center of the jewel;

you speak of love,
burnt embers rising,
smoke upon city chapels,
the idea of lasting pleasures.

rivulets like jewels,
they bend,
awkward,
every last bit
more beautiful
than the first.

the warmth
of tranquility
now instills me
with the tides of sorrow.

every last second,
a dying moment,
waiting to enrapture
in itself,
unspoken beauty
and radiant fervor.

as we stand,
upon hills that rise,
the incandescent aura
of this maddening scene,
pulls at our constancy,
tinkering,
until at last,
we are,
open,
like the sea,
madness upon madness,
the crown center
of
the erratic jewel.