Mountains of white pearls
and the absence of expectations
slippery, silver, scales dance about my feet
the product of spending the day with a friend
a friend who loved me not for my composure
loved me for my cluelessness
for my short-mindedness
for my pride
for my awkward bow to royalty who did not accept bows as tokens of respect
Be a guest that enjoys the luxuries of the host’s abode
drink the juice that makes you live 100 years
it tastes like that wine you had once in a faraway land
I am flustered on my way there.
There is no point in lying.
I do lie.
It shows in the blush on my cheeks.
Defend, defend, defend
until the never end!
I enter the deep blue
where snow piles up
where pebbles pile up
No! pearls pile up
they are not valuable
they are valuable to me
Her dress ripples gorgeously (pretty)
not like petals in the wind
like seagrass in the sea
doesn’t look at me.
covers her face with a clam shell fan
speaks no words
and says till we meet again
I took the gift
grown tired of wine juice and a million little pearls.
a box to open when I am lonely
but I will not be alone…
my town is gone
the years slipped through my hands that I could no longer count them on my fingertips
to live forever is to have won
to sleep forever is to rest
My Distress!
friends all gone
I sit and wait for loneliness to open the box
lid off - I am old, and soon will enjoy eternities end