You're the calm in the sea of chaos You're the light at the end of a tunnel You're the first raindrop in a desert You're the rainbow on a gloomy weather You're the smile on my face You're the sparkle in my eyes You're the song I want to hear But you're the sand in an oyster A debris that makes a nacre You inflict pain, yet produce something beautiful like a pearl
It takes heat to open an oyster, or a knife(or time). Humans are enough like oysters, I suppose, but they don’t need pain to bring out their full potential— they do need time. Time takes too long for some, and pain is an easy alternative; forgoing sleep and forgetting to eat, distance from loved ones, pushing and pushing and pushing and— a pearl.
I wrote something I couldn't share I put it in a special place And hidden, let it die there, Just like him, just like me. That worst case scenario they'll never see The darkest demons don't need light To make you see their light of day, So I took them from within me Riped them out and locked them in a box Without a single key and drowned them In a pool the kids use to play. Now all that's talked of there Is an accident then conversation fades.
Like oysters reading words, I could be a carpenter building herds To come and read the writs I wrote Until all eaten on a solemn note.
All those moons ago I plucked a stone from shore and whispered my intention with each waxing and waning. I took it back to the sound today, intending to sing a final goodbye before casting it far into the waves. It sparkled in the spring sun then slipped from my fingers into the sludgy low-tide pool of barnacles and gooeyducks. I simply walked away and watched the gulls drop oysters, fighting over what belongs to whom.
The waves will carry the stone to sea the same way the green has returned like the green in me. A gentle and abrupt easing - A slip out to sea with the tide.
I feel a completeness in staring into your eyes That I don't feel when I am alone I grasp for meaning in a daydreaming world My mind opens like an oyster and you are my pearl a beautiful agony unfurls in missing you and your words and touch. I miss you so much but I want wholeness in my own skin but it rings thin because is it narcissism? To look beyond the chasm the void of our own soul and yet romantic love is being in love with what someone is that we haven't got and yet we don't care a jot for love is creation I care deeply and a lot for what you have and what I haven't got.