Pearly Griefs

Pearly Griefs

moted pain
mollusced over
but always oyster aware
of the under the tongue

made smooth
pretty
locked away

sand anyway
sharping

I like the sand
I like the pearl

it spurs remembrance

Put my two pearls
to opalesce

and let the soft light shine

I now believe
there are some things
I can't have

dead is gone
and gone is gone

You bewilder pain
what is that?
Look to the sand