Crystal Craters...

Who is the predator?
We all have to hide,
hiding in our crystal crater,
a longer divide...

Rotating asteroids,
silver craters of the moon,
in them we hide,
the cracks of Neptune...

As we develop our silver flair,
pools of golden honey,
plumes of tainted despair,
tender nooks and crannies...

Those colourless tears that forever drip,
a cloudy eyes gleam,
sip your wine as the prodigious knight quips,
the incomplete dream...

Don't mock them noble men,
masked in divinity,
gallons of jealously by you for them,
the holy trinity...

After all the prestigious earned dough,
a tender golden nest,
in the crater and no where else to go,
excluding the crystal crater to rest...

The lungs of the earth,
plumes of grey dust,
those insolent reasons for actions not worth,
traces of oxidized rust...

A glance at the moment of truth,
an honest reflection,
hours of peace in the crystal craters of the moon,
in the crater occurs lubricated friction...

PICTURE FROM THE NET- ( rodferguson.com)