Black Pearl

November 12, 08

What came forth from the inklings below the black mirror?
Not but an air bubble from the open mouth of the clam,

Far be it from me,
To deny the sharpness of your teeth,
I'll prick my finger tip upon the edge,
Begging for a Sleeping Beauty sleep.

Far be it from you,
To take your words and stretch true,
Devour your hopes and be settled, dear
Temporary bereavement for the lost dew.

So gather us whole,
Take us together and fall down to crawl,
So by goodness I eat what is spoken,
Forgetting hidden reprieve behind a shawl.

Once more together,
All as one we go again in this 'forever',
Succeeding in such a happiness we delve,
Never shallow but not to deep is better.

What courage did it take to believe in happiness, my dear?
In wickedness I've learned that venturing farther is futile,