It was trapped for so long under water between layers of crystals and mirrors capturing light and darkness. I tried to find it in turning pages of yellowed paper oiled by my gluttonous fingers, my naive mind and my million year’s old heart.
I looked for it in jungles and waterfalls, in never-ending adventures, and fallen chapels.
I have cursed and pray in front of fire and moon.
I have damn myself enough to think I hadn’t any right to the sky even in the darkest night.
And then you open the oceans. You dived deeper than I could, you faced the world of silence while I was admiring the crashing waves, lost in their thundering blast.
You, gem hunter, find it.