Chalcedony Seas
© May 22, 2008, Roy Stucky

Balance in motion is turning around.
Gemstones of fire lay in layers on the ground.
My heart is enchanted by emerald trees
That dip to reflect on chalcedony seas.

The waves on the shore sound a shimmering gong,
My breath draws in air that's electric with song.
I walk on the rim of an ocean of glass
That's stirred by one voice in liturgical mass.

Then I'm cast to Earth
Where the air's unclean
And electric sparks
Resurrect machines.
I return to find
Several hours passed
Here among my kind
Lashed against the mast.