Treasure Island

Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Pink Pearl Necklace.


Pink Pearl Necklace; and heaven is this.
My island an afterthought mornings glow,
and pink sands there coral waves grow.
Happy are the oysters every night as pink
sand washes over them in your dreams.
Under water so clear I sometimes forget
and stay to long listening to the waves as
they sing your pink song.
Drifting with the currents of sleep pearls of
yours pink, slip off from beneath your neck.
Filaments permeate the strings of your
dreams leaving me behind on a pink pearl
necklace on this island you float on made of dreams.

Submitted: Sunday, November 15, 2009
Edited: Sunday, July 18, 2010
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