sanguis sano

sanguis sano, et est almus,
tamen, non sine instilling
fear in those who think
only of it’s connotations.
Just as the harsh elements,
when beating across the face
of a shallow thinker provoke
only insolent complaints.
He does not appreciate how
deprived the land would be
without them. A comforting
contemplation when the blade
of emotional uproar separates
spirit from sleep, and sometimes
it’s very case, as cold tears
settle in confused emeralds:

the more they drown in turbulent
times, and the more they shed
their stinging liquid crystal,
the less they will have left-
in time they will run dry.

In the world of immunity
there may be harsh winters,
and lonely, too, admitted.
But you can be sure the
gems remain always dry and clear,
though they may appear
glazed over & emotionless.