They said write a poem on diamonds,
We will give you a prize;
Of what diamonds should I think of ?
Of what prizes should I mourn for?
Should I write on diamonds
My mother showed me up above the sky,
Or the diamonds my wife showed
As symbols of my failure;

There was a time,
when my mother showed me the diamonds
glittering the full moon sky,
like an old pulsating heart
thinking of yesterday’s dreams;
every night I gazed to wonder
before smothered to sleep in divine love…
A million diamonds danced in my dream;
but I was in love with one
that adorned the dark skies
provoking love without its throbs.

In times past,
came many diamonds to flit across
the many false trails of life.
You are a star, an uncut diamond,
so said naive men,
little knowing a child’s diamonds
could only be ethereally virgin.

Then came the day when a breeze became a storm,
as lightning she struck,
to leave me a victim of thunder;
those dancing divine eyes,
burnt me to smoulder in sleepless nights
gazing at my diamonds,
hoping the walking diamond would call.

I saw not a single diamond,
but a million diamonds,
as she laughed aloud to my splutter
and walked around the turf
ever so gently,
with glimmering diamonds in her eyes.

I stretched to catch my diamond,
but ever elusive as the evening rainbow,
she danced to twinkle, and vanish…
The lonely sun marches on in its arid dryness,
thinking of the diamond
that kissed him during the last eclipse;

So then, of what diamonds should I write?
Diamonds lovely and effusive
of yester years dreams
or of diamonds that hangs as a pendant
touching my heart, throbbing in the past.
Or of diamonds my mother showed in millions
before smothering me to sleep;
or of diamonds in memories sweet and past;

Ah diamonds… forever elusive, for ever my charm…