The Pearl Necklace.

Patrick, old and wise, woke to an ocean of fears,
A mountain of dread, but there was a smile through tears,
In his frail hands he held a silvery jewel,
A necklace with 13 Akoya pearls on it,
It had belonged to his dear wife who passed away,
As he touched each pearl a ghostly vision appeared,
The first was a beautiful young woman with golden hair,
“Chase me down through the valley chase me down to the sea,
I’ll let you catch me, under the banyan tree.”
Poor old Patrick drew the necklace to his chest,
And laid his tired head on a feathered pillow to rest.

After a soft plume of time he woke again and smiled,
He held the second pearl in his fingers tight as he could.
Before him stood a black stallion that kicked and kicked,
The rider shouted at him from on high,
“Run you loathsome coward, run you pitiful apology,
I will run you to the ground under the banyan tree.”
Shivering with fear he curled up like a child.

The next morning he opened his weary eyes,
With the shiny necklace still near his trembling heart.
He couldn’t resist touching the third pearl.
Nothing happened for a while, but eventually an angel spoke to him,
“Come with me, my darling, come with me to the sea,
I will sing you psalms under the banyan tree.”

He quickly held the fourth gem as joy rose within him;
It was a child with a cheeky grin from ear to ear,
“Come with me my father, come with me to the sea,
I will win at hopscotch, under the banyan tree. 

His memories shined like the moon in full,
As he left the lonely bed and walked outside.
Ages past it seemed and he reached the sea,
His toes were washed with salty blue water.
A giant storm came over him and he looked for shelter.
“Come with me, my son, come away from the sea,
And I will protect you, under the banyan tree.