Small pearls untouched scattered from white clouds...They sprinkled themselves on the leaves and played like mirror swirls...White...warm and mother of pearl strung together like an expensive necklace...
They slipped into my hands like desert sand...Glitter elder life is wasted...animal...No home and pain...his eyes...empty hollow...hollow and eerie...
My eyes are blue assumed a mother-of-pearl color...My hair shows not years but wisdom..
It has the sparkle of a million pearly…memories..My rosary stretched...Yes, but sadness did not tear her apart... The streets, fragile from asphalt... I hope I'm safe too..from this...moment...caressing... were... rocking...I feel pearly peace...
It makes me believe and be myself….My rosary is sapphire and carries wisdom from Triton's waves....blue warm...whitened with...meaning...They are born from water...and are vital like it...
They carry...me into their...pearl sleep....
© Saraswaty-Lilith