Pearls Such dreams I dreamt, when I was young, A string of pearls; now come unstrung. My life seems writ upon a sky, Of memory clouds ... floating by. Some light, and white, fill me with wonder; Others hold fierce storms, and thunder, From a past I sometimes yearn for, Or regret, and shut my mind door, To the places and the faces That my yearning heart embraces. ©2006 by Wayne Hepburn - All Rights Reserved Pearls image adapted from CC licensed image at wikimedia