my heart is like an ocean perle:
melancholy sleep under saltwater’s curl.
closed, locked, under lost mollusk key,
i wait as not one delves down for me.
midnyght oil burns blue, seagreen;
eyes swell of syghts of things i ne’er forseen.
alone, these shells crack soundlessly
under the water, sealight flickers on me.
once, i was treasured: a young cabochon
pulled from the rocks in a late avalon.
he wore me round his neck - eight seasons due -
but into his heartbeat, i could not imbue.
my heart is like an ocean perle:
melancholy sleep under cold water’s curl.
closed in, locked under lost mollusk key,
i wait as not one delves down for me.
melancholy sleep under deep water’s curl,
melancholy sleep under black water’s curl.
rest now, rest now, sweet ocean perle.
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 2:46 AM UTC
my heart is like an ocean perle:
melancholy sleep under saltwater’s curl.
closed, locked, under lost mollusk key,
i wait as not one delves down for me.
midnyght oil burns blue, seagreen;
eyes swell of syghts of things i ne’er forseen.
alone, these shells crack soundlessly
under the water, sealight flickers on me.
once, i was treasured: a young cabochon
pulled from the rocks in a late avalon.
he wore me round his neck - eight seasons due -
but into his heartbeat, i could not imbue.
my heart is like an ocean perle:
melancholy sleep under cold water’s curl.
closed in, locked under lost mollusk key,
i wait as not one delves down for me.
melancholy sleep under deep water’s curl,
melancholy sleep under black water’s curl.
rest now, rest now, sweet ocean perle.
age 17
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