GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 205

Studded with a few pearls, Those that were stolen From the morning dew, That rolled down the elbow Of the long stretched night As it held the darkness of the hours Within the stony casket of time, Waiting to come back to life, With me, With the first burst of fragrance That rained on me, Bringing me back to life, Resurrecting, When the branch touched me. 205