Crystal Lamps

They hang from the ceiling
Swishing and swaying
Reflecting the light
in sharp jagged shadows.

Be jealous of the light
bringing it to life.

Watch them,
as the wind curls ’round,
moving their sharp edges.
They bump together,
sweet clinking sounds.

Be jealous of the light,
that warms its borders.

Lose yourself in the beauty,
tilt your head slightly
see them change color!
But you cannot touch them,
do not even try.

Be jealous of that light
coursing through the crystals.

Written for a poetry contest, inspired by Federico Garcia Lorca’s poem Cafe Cantante, this image, and a special friend.

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