eyes(Willow Breeze) such curious things are they,
the sparkling diamonds on each bejewelled face
the magicks they have beheld
the sparks they ignite
are far too magnificent to go unobserved

each little jewel
that shines against cold, sharp skin
holds all the seas and oceans
and trees and mud
and truth and lies in its every nook and cranny

i would have said no jewels ever speak stories
or paint pictures
or freeze the human mind
with their absolute splendour and sublimity
but i would be outright lying to my bejewelled witnesses

each little reflective fragment,
with its painted pictures
of fables and folktales and fantasies
all unique in their own fashions
bounces back the very light of humanity onto its disciples

the reds of lust, excitement, indulgence,
the blues of depth, thought and fullness,
the greens of nourishment, care and love
the browns of humanity, earthliness, childish joy
all shine through 'colourless' gems

bejewelled windows are pricy
but if the windows themselves are the jewels
are they not priceless?
especially when they overlook fascinating human thoughts
and provide a view to be treasured for life.

a view through the crystallised window
offers a glimpse of the best parts of humanity;
it reveals the truth, the passion, the emotion
behind each sentence uttered, each word (un)spoken
and forces its observers to fall in love

how dare such perfect jewels
be so falteringly human?
they are magical, fascinating, perfect
yet also real, unfiltered and fallible.
i did not know i could fall so deeply in love, but they always proved me wrong.

there are no jewels i could be bothered to care for
but the jewels of the soul are ones i would give my life to.

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