Crystal to water,
water to salt,
salt to ….
Let me tell you about
Crystal, my sister.
Sparkled like her name, she did,
played on water,
played with light,
crystal-light air
changing, always changing.
That's my Crystal,
a girl of a thousand lights.
Playing in the summer,
blinding she could be
but she'd fool you.
She could shrink the sun
to a rainbow.
The gentlemen couldn't keep away from her.
A girl of a thousand nights,
An ocean of a girl,
a circle of a girl,
gone to mist she has.
Crystal droplets;
she's everywhere,
my sister.
© 2003, Roberta Star Hirshson
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