Opal

My favorite stone is the opal
the light turns opaque through its
foggy and blue shield as a mist of my soul
I like to believe that the sky is imprisoned there
just for me to wear it near my heart
as a refuge for me to hide in
surrounded by the divine bluish steam
to escape from the corners that furnish
the dreams
the mornings…
the opal, my cocoon will protect me against the fog
spread by my ego
in vain
My favorite stone is the opal
the light turns opaque through…
foggy and blue as a mist of my soul

1 thought on “Opal

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    Amongst all the very good work that Iulia has shared thus far with our International on-line Community of Poets, ,this is amongst the very best. Captivating , ebullient and deeply expressive.

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