A pearl in the folds of black,
In the twinkling blooms of light.
The pocket watch your slowly putting back.
Until it all goes out of sight,
And your blinded by the gold gone over blue.
She is all the rainbows in your memory,
But perhaps a better hue.
She is a pearl in the folds of black,
In the twinkling blooms of light.
Until it all goes out of sight.