Ruby Showers

I spent my day shopping for rubies.

Shades of magenta, crimson, maroon

sparkling in the ocean of my options

as stars which would make me swoon.

The old manager tried his best

to understand my specific details,

yet I couldn't explain my vision,

much to his chagrin at drooping sales.

Shimmering ruby crystals in his ancient shop

with legacies of their own and fancy cost,

onlooking my tainted desire to find a gem

didn't resemble the magic of the one I'd lost.

A ruby with shades that glitter in light

reflecting infinite rays of sepia desire

to fill my room with colours glowing bright

on my white canvas with a whispering fire.

I decided to look somewhere else for my ruby

and didn't tell him more of my coloured vision,

for his suspicious eyes revealed his doubts

in my unrealistic mist of flickering indecision.

I stepped out of his shop to be welcomed

by a magenta streak of twilight in the sky.

Ah! That was the shade I'd been looking for,

it twirled to let lilac and lavender clouds fly.

The floating clouds hovered above the shop

to form a bubble of light that danced in dark,

then swooshed to enter a desolate old ruby

next to the counter now lit with a spark.

Amazed, I'd found my precious stone at last.

I brought it cocooned in a delicate blue cover

to my room that glistens with magical ruby showers

adorning my sepia dreams on canvas like a lover.