Opal

She of all colors and no colors at all Belonging not to the light of the sun in the sky Belonging not to the dark and resilient night Though it's matters resonate through her insides And parts of the sun reflect in her eyes She of all colors and no colors at all If color is where we find our kin Then what of hers without single complexion All of hers are found upon reflection Of day of night of black of white conception She of all colors and no colors at all She is coloration of the criptic kind Bending and refracting all of her sides Wanting to be pearlesque But she's not white as them Wanting to be obsidian But she's not black as them And her glass facade cracks Amid her dark and light skin And she is left with her luminescence In fractional chromatic essence