About The Blog

Arthor Journer is my pen name.
"Arthor" comprises "art" + "Author" while "Journer" defines the journey that I was on and continue to travel.
In this blog is the emotional byproduct of this journey.

"Rites of Art" is the title because it is my "writes" of passage.

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Her Perilous Pearl

Alone as she felt her heart hardened
A stone amongst the pebbles in her Japanese garden
Following the blue bird over the edge of the barbed wire
The heat in her veins rising higher and higher
Her lovers gone things were going too fast
Now she must put on a smile the real her to mask
Sweat joining with her eyes that are teary
Stomach cramps in fear of hari kiri
She found this pearl that is now in the west
A imperfect jewel that now lays on her breast
It has saved her from the tip of the knife
Has touched her heart and now inspires her life
Once seen as a worthless stone in other's eyes
To her is now priceless and causes her heart to fly
Can these blemished remnants of pressurized sand
Transform the pain the oceans have brought this woman
The sands of time in this hourglass
Will answer if the necklace shall forever last
Will the time and distance that now separates
Touch her heart still though her soul anticipates
Will the mountains and valleys and countless seas
Fade the thoughts the experiences and memories
This jewel has now found a home in her heart's world
Forever to be one forever to be her imperfect prefect pearl

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