Started so long ago, did it not
my tired old eyes and their lines
may have missed a memory or two
Now that magic is so hard to find
I remember so well...all the leading
all the waiting and baiting and chill
while the Rarest of Pearls was in cover
and the Precious was pulling your will
Precious and Soft and Enchanting
the dreaming that kept you Alive
and the Love that was stronger than Time
kept your Beautiful, Sweet Hope Revived
That Pearl was the Pure and You Know This
and the rhyme of the Slow,Moving Song
they were All in that Room in the Fragrance
and from the Corner You started to Long
You would hide there in Mist and in Darkness
and sort out the Lyric of Me
Two So, So Longing for Love that
no other Dark Eye could foresee
a Passion so Great would stay Hidden
and covered in pages of Ice
while sideroads of Life were then taken
to places that were not so nice
and that Pearl.....well....its faded somewhat now
and the Rarity....well....not so New
and theres Dust and theres Lines and theres Weariness
for the Pearl has been searching for You
And it does not matter about all
the Hateful and Meaningless Words
that pushed and distorted a LoveSong
that never, ever got to be Heard
Its placed in a Box in White Satin
and it sits on a Pillow of Lace
it will stay there and regain its Precious
until it can See Your Sweet Face
Now come out of Your Corner from Hiding
Come out from Your Corner to Me
the Rare Pearl is waiting for Sweet Flight
and that Song can finally Fly Free
By Sheliah Skelton
