Not every oyster has a pearl,
not but from this grain of sand.
Not every heart will find the way
and satisfy passion’s demand.
Not every sunset will be cloudless,
nor every raindrop open blooms.
Not all the tears you cry aloud
will echo in a barren, silent room.
But every beat of your heart
will still thunder in my mind,
handle carefully this broken shell
and you may just divine…
That if that pearl you seek is
really love hidden in respite,
I may just be your treasure
a glittering orb in the moonlight.