Hazy grace

You said,
time was never close
a shadow slid out its grip
a partition between
it was like a gem that never ended
You said it was beautiful
that weaves spin similar to threads
as I carefully roll them to a skein
those souls will be urged to be born
You said,
to dawn in the sun in the shine of the surface
that’s what you said
and you gave a gem of courage
where a shimmer of the guises lighten.

Maskrosor