Citrine Crystal

Congealed sunlight on ice
Haphazard shape, an errant brightness out of place;
A wayward chink from the earth mother’s brood.

What crystalline caprice propelled it upward from the unplumbed depths
 to dwell above ground?
No simple sun will cause this icy solitaire to melt;
Solid and solemn
An odd, foreign, beauty it will remain
A strayed sprite,
Startling and remote, amidst the colorless common stones;

Until Vulcan’s forge takes task, in heed to the call within Gaia’s fiery heart
And raises his red hot finger from the molten depths
To summon, melt and mold, the errant one,
Readying it for an evanescent return to abyssal home and kin.