Dear q.
About the waters behind your eyes.
An ocean.
To quench the thirst of earth.
Too deep.
Sunlight dances on the surfaces.
Makes pretty reflections.
An ocean of tears held back.
She cries pearls.
Clear as clarity.
Pearls cry blasphemy!
I collect these pearls
On a string of humility
And wear them around my soul.
e.
