Pearl

It nestles in an oyster’s yawn.

Bedazzles when in a queen’s crown.

The gem befriends a necklace,

tempts the desire, and spurs on.

What of the pearl from eyes that rolls?

An expression pours from the soul.

And in each drop it reflects-

till the wisdom prevails alone.

A pearl speaks such.

In silence, much.

Death

Death comes knocking on the door, unannounced-

a reminder to the waned residents.

Tho, itself, an unwelcomed guest that hounds-

lingers as the clock finally outruns.

Time allotted, yet shorter seemed the hours,

and fear that hovered, now grips the soul.

Life seeps out counting the fonds and the scars-

few memories and few tears will roll.

The act plays on after the curtain call

with a new chapter of an episode.

The director writes the script on the wall

in His language so filled with art and ode.

Tho now you are a body, not a name-

fizz may go but the fire will remain.