Erratically-tossed sequins
Mark the places of night's stadium -
A netherworld of colored stones
For the spry flights of cherubim -

And Jehovah - madman or genius -
I cannot quite discern -
Overlays time upon us
And I'm a lowly spectator.

One angel keeps an amethyst -
Ignoring an agate - then chalcedony;
I do wonder if by chance
There's a gem somewhere for me ...