Bereft

Priceless pearls scattered as the necklace Was snapped, ripped away by greedy Hands, envious of your sublime beauty And even gentler encouragement. Bounc’d Every one of them cross cobblestones, cracks, And down the storm drain irretrievable. Holding that golden empty promise string Your fountain of tears so scalded my soul. Could I but hold you, say comforting words, I would have. But words are trite when the heart Is blistered in injustice’s heat. We gathered what we could, returning To the Sea, knifing open more oysters Restringing your dream, one pearl at a time.