Amber gems of recent realms collide with present HOPE. Dreary dreams on sunlit scenes of starrays reflecting upon SNOW. This could become a love scroll.. this poem’s direction still UNKNOWN. Memories of Emerald reflect in purified Jade FORMS, as I sit reminiscing and longing for the lost RED STONES. Never really mind to hold, always an illusive dream to scold. A well played hand is often times, a graceful fold.