MOTHER OF PEARL

MOTHER OF PEARL

There’s a joy to be found when you’re out to the world,
Dancing feet moving to a driving beat, rainbow flag unfurled.

There’s a gentle I am that rests in your hand, claiming you for its very own,
You walk through the world like an orphan child, who finds at last he is not alone.
At last you can breathe free on the streets of the city,
Where you cradle the head of your lover,
Underneath the velvet cover of the night, so welcoming and dark.

There’s a joy to be found when you’re out to the world,
Squeezing his fingers and relishing the spark.
Playing with his hair, a fond, contented twirl.
His smile shines bright like mother of pearl.

There once was a fear that seized your soul,
As you morphed into who they wanted you to be.
And you traded your soul and slowly went blind
To the men who peppered your rich fantasies.
And you spun your tires in a long, slow whine,
And shivered alone in the breeze off the sea.

‘Til one fine day the scales fell from your eyes,
And love came and took you, quite by surprise.
And you lay down your shell and came out to the world,
Shining like a diamond or mother of pearl.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2009
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