Crystal

You

with your golden knots of sunlight

that drift around you like a halo

are out of place along these long metal slabs

on which the shattered remnants of some mysterious stone

are ground and burnt into a form of magic

You

with your long fingers and slender hands

that stretch smoothly into the wind

shed a sublimity upon this grey-graphed world

softening the industrial lighting with a glow

that the stealthy stars stare at jealously

You

with your warm honey voice

the sound which melts through this cold air

fill the sullen corners of this strict structures

transforming the muffled clatter of this mundane matter

into a sort of song with your soft sorcery

You

with your quick grace and easy laugh

with your golden knots

with your long fingers and slender hands

with your honey voice

You have stolen me away and I am long lost.