The gift of quartz

WHISPERS OF LEMURIA

Two wands of quartz, a gift so rare,

From hands once warm, now light as air.

She passed, yet left a sacred trace,

A shimmered bond, a silent grace.

I hold them close, they hum, they glow,

with ancient truths i've come to know.

From lemurias shore, I see her stand.

A gentle soul in a timeless land.

Her love still flows through crystal light.

Guiding me through darkest night.

Through worlds apart, shes always near,

In quartz and memory, ever clear.