Thursday, November 8, 2012


I had one

It appeared that the oyster
couldn't do much to hide its sheen

When I showed it to you
your lips parted and I saw
pearls all around

Then on a dull summer day
you said its pretty useless to read
the same story over again

Your shrug of shoulders did much
to cover a growing stress

Until you finally said the pearl has lost
its midas touch

And that days are more yellowy in autumn
than being gold

So the mist rose
covering the bridge the lake the cottage
of my dream

I had one simple choice to make

I threw the pearl back to where
it came from

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