Pearls for You

I made you this string of pearls,
to wear around your neck,
to place close to your heart.

Remember me.

I took out my heart,
crystalized by time,
and wove it into sting.

I took my tears,
one by one,
and hardened them in my hands.

I took the needles from my skin,
wincing with pain as I did so,
and began to weave.

They sting my hands,
I bled for you,
but I finished it, for you.

Will you Remember me?

I cannot see your face,
see your eyes,
but some how, I think you are crying.

If I Found a Four Leaf Clover

If I found a Four Leaf Clover
I would press it in a book,
Maybe the M volume of the Encyclopedia,
or maybe in the Bible.
I might look at it at first,
Dreaming of what it meant,
but I would forget that I had it.

Then one day I might open the book,
looking up Muhammad
or reading my daughter a story,
and I would find bits of withered clover
Then I would say, I once had a
Four Leaf Clover.

Wouldn't you do the same?

My Paradise

Excuse me sir.
There are pieces of my paradise stuck to your shoe.
I would like them back if you don't mind.

Maybe you didn't see it because it was so small.
Maybe you didn't notice because it was so simple.
Maybe you didn't care because it wasn't yours.

It had me, my love, a song.
It had a smile, a touch, a kiss.
It had a word, a laugh, a song.

Now you've carelessly smashed it
but I can still remember
and that no one can steal.