A rarity at best it would be for me to see it there
The sun set itself free, the ray freeing the sparkle
And the sparkle hitting me, so gently, but definitely.
What was that? I ask myself. My mind running away with its dreams?
But it lay there for sure, sometimes gleaming, sometimes not
With no distinct linear pattern of when it would sparkle best.

I was however, fascinated to no doubt. Truly amazed
So desperately did I want to investigate this more
To pick it up and to see it sparkle so freely and beautifully.
But to pick it up? I just could not. It might have rough edges
Or an evil bee behind, just waiting to release it's sting!
To take the risk could leave me wounded beyond capable limits.

But to pick it up, to take the risk, I could hold it up
Hold it up to the sky and let the sun show all of what I've partly seen.
Such wonderful colours and such beautiful, natural integrity
And it sparkling so magically in the beauty God gave it.
But to take the risk? Would the risk bring what I hoped to see?
Or leave me scolded, drowning in my own paranoid pity.
 
 

By Jaz :X
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