Another one from the collection

Time is like an eloquent crystal rose
Encased by shards of precious gems
Reflecting brilliant rays of the golden orb high above
Prisms of color dance across
With arcs of glimmering brilliance
Hues of blue, pink and amber
Vivid greens, violent reds
Shadows cast pockets of blackened crevasse
Peeking bursts of light intermingling
With the cloaks of darkness
Each treasured moment
Glinting of a mosaic called life
To be delicately handled
Else it begins as a small chip
Arcing silently across the window of glass
Creeping its way
Until all colors melt away
As the precious rose of time shatters
Ending all views
Encompassing them
Into a forgotten heap of glass