Neville

Black Pearls

Black Pearls

 

She was, in every sense

a real delight,

but very strange indeed ..

She said,

that she was nothing

but a pirouette

carried like some fragile,

long lost

windblown seed,

upon a gentle breeze ..

Although,

she was so very sad at

having crashed

so very far from home ..

Yes, she was

in every sense, a little

gem, but oh’ so

very, very dark indeed ..

And whispered,

she was nothing but

a silhouette

and asked, if I should

like to watch

her bleed black pearls,

to hide the hurt

of being left so far behind ..