Black Pearl (Sep 3, 2007)

I look into the glass
And don't know what I see
I can't see past
What I want and need,
To let “what is” simply be

The smoothed lines
Of only my thoughts
Alone without repercussion
Surround my will
Like an innocent sand

A single dark cloud
Forming is natural
Until it releases
And all that you fear
Is all that you feel

The black pearl in my hand
Crushes its weight upon me
And my mind begs
"Crack it open please,
Don't let this one go free"

I look harder into the glass
And finally I see
What I need is not there
But already inside me
Waiting to be seen

I should leave such a treasure
To remain rare, real, irresistible
A blooming tempest
For a new discoverer
For himself to reveal

Perhaps I can’t see
Where I really am,
That I am not seeing
A black pearl
Lit upon my hand

Perhaps I’m the black one
A pearl sitting in her hand
Waiting to be cracked
When she finally sees
She’s the one with the key