A precious gem,
exquisite,
tucked safely away
from greedy, jealous eyes.
Multi-faceted,
blazing,
its shine can eclipse
the brightest crown jewels.
A living thing,
dynamic,
it dissolves before us,
colors and textures changing.
It unravels,
transforming,
silken threads entwining
to become golden cords.
They encircle us,
binding,
joining us together,
connected across lifetimes.
Forever linked,
searching,
our bonds guide us,
an eternal compass.
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This is a fine poem, Amy. You describe the North well; the images and associations are fresh and vivid. It closes nicely with the reference to the compass. Most poems on this site have cliches. I see none here. Thanks.