I remove it gently from the plastic cover
being sure not to rupture a single bind.
Carefully, lifted the veil to receive my invitation.
I am aware of the "Night Angel", in her
celestial palladium. To this I am assured
you wear the knowledge of smoke blue crystal.
Step into the temple pure, intricate treasures
etched into its ivory walls, brilliant upon
its face. It weighs priceless in my hands.
You interpret the language of the amethyst
and the green adventurine. You speak it
clear and deep from the heart. It is native
to me. You have scripted elements of love
and I return them to a sheltered embrace.