Her Neckless


I found the Lady Pearl

5 light years from the moon

she was working the nine colors of

love and grace in her loom

attentive clouds shaded her eyes

above a simple automatic sky

effortless turquoise suns

new civilizations sprout and rise

from the neckless of her earth and water

(shaking her hair loose she arranges the stars)

I was sleepy having traveled such distance

falling into bliss of a bohemian dream