Beautiful Occlusions

Within the quiet spark of raw-born bedrock,
Imperfections roam in whispered masquerade;
These flaws become the space that stands alone,
A riddle weaving what no polish can refrain
For diamond souls adore what’s rarely known.

In hidden corners, silt and echoes spawn,
muted specks reveal a shining spirit’s root;
Through roughened crust, a subtle glow is drawn,
Like words unsaid that longing won’t dilute
In every fleck, the gem’s pure the gift unearned lives on.

Each vacant flaw unveils a private glow,
A cosmos tucked in cracks we often slight;
Its brilliance grows wherever marvels flow,
A quiet testament to luck beyond design
For all that’s lost still lifts the gem we know.

So cherish every breach that marks the gem,
For fractures hold the stories left untold;
When glow pours in, illusions all condemn,
To show the soul behind its molten rung
And crown that diamond’s heart, a diadem.