Jewels in my Hand

I hold dead friends like jewels in my hand

Watching their brilliance gleam against my palm

Turquoise and emerald, jade, a golden band

All ravages of time they can withstand

Like talismans their grace keeps me from harm

I hold dead friends like jewels in my hand

I see them standing in some borderland

Their heads half-turned, waiting for my arm

Turquoise and emerald, jade, a golden band

I’m not afraid they will misunderstand

My turning to them like a magic charm

I hold dead friends like jewels in my hand

Turquoise and emerald, jade, a golden band.

-- Sasha Moorsom, from Your Head In Mine