I thought I had become an opal
I baffled and dazzled and dazed
pressure compounds ignite and ablaze
a precious prism perpetually hopeful
I’m sure that I’m still an opal
found my new pride, froze all my praise
hues fought for, stakes got raised
fearlessness had made me vocal
beauty was one thing, magic quite another
the colors you see are the ones that are there
catching the light, caught will discover
answers that twinkle with a glimpse of your stare
the market had peaked so we won’t be sold
I blink, pink and green and a slight touch of gold