Eye of the Flame
You've kindled a tealight
cupped in the pupil
of jasper candleholder,
a present one winter solstice
from a longtime friend.
The convex gem
with sixteen facets
reminds me of your sunflowers.
I love the dense heft
and cool, smooth surface,
the way it feels incongruent
yet in harmony with
the feather of ephemeral fire.
I love how, recessed
in sturdy stone,
the delicate light dances,
glows from burnished
colors of blood and earth
veined with quartz sand
patterns, a blended blessing
of infinite responsibility.