Precious Gems
                A poem in free verse by Fiona Seckari
                  ...my stories are gems for all...

	They are there, so very many gems,
	Sparkling and twinkling before my eyes;
	Rubies, Sapphires, Emeralds and Pearls,
	Diamonds, Opals, and Amethysts.
	Oh how they shine; 
	Twinkling, sparkling as stars set in the dark of night.
	I need only to reach to the sky 
	and pluck a gem from the air. 
	
	They are stories, 
	Long and tragic,
	Short and sweet,
	Romantic ones full of tears,
	Epic ones filled with fears.
	They are mine and yet not;
	For how can a story be owned?
	
	They are no man’s, 
	these stories that shine and twinkle 
	gleaming and glowing
	like the northern lights before mine eyes;
	They are for all.

	T’would be a cold injustice 
	for them to not be shared.
	So I give them freely to all,
	For you, boy an Emerald;
	For you, girl a Ruby,
	To you a Pearl and an Opal,
	For you a Diamond and an Amethyst;
	
	And the giving keeps going,
	and the stories keep flowing,
	And I spin them all on a chain of Mithril;
	A shinning necklace of starlight for all.