The geologist’s lament

I am not as deep as once I cast.
My depths have been filled,
Silted with many moments,
to cover the salts of the past.

I plumbed my depths for gems,
Emptied my innards of jewels,
I mined for pain and ecstasy
then covered it back up again.

Now my soul rests shallow,
Open to the clement skies.
My heart, now free, beats easy,
And my living casts no shadow.

Still, there is a yearning I can’t shake
For darkness and the depths,
For the caverns and the caves,
For the joyous secrets and the secret pains.

As lovely as the surface may be,
I can’t help but miss the facets
Found in the faults I once delved,
Down in the darkness of my deeps.


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