Pearls In Shells

I have not said words, of oyster shells..

And what it hides in pearls, for a while..

I have not sat, call to common, before open fire..

Sweeten ears, with dialects in alphabets..

Of delicate rhyme...

With feelings, like heaven's cream..

On slices of loaf,  in indulgence take..
For a while; freshly baked..

For a while, said what, asked who..

Watched who in observation..

For a while, day dream of 
On spell bounds..

In words put together 
As one does, for a while  

One after the other, after the other 

In magic wands, creating euphoria in 

Stories told; what is romance 

I have not said words for a while..

And hungered, starved eager ears 

Of valeted, wax free ear drums 

Are awaiting with excitement to be made aware 

Sat with silence, awaiting vibrations

Of sound waves, to tickle their senses 

With joys of stories told..

I have not said words, for a while..

Deep dive, down into oceans blue..

Oyesters with pearls treasured  
Being harvested from nature as rare 

Cleaned, to be placed on necks, as jewelery..

I find myself in the middle of..

Affection's courtesy, bowing on formalities 
I am with aprons, for a while

Still awaiting baking cakes.. 

And pearls in oyster shells ..

Have just been found..


I have not said words for a while.. 
To jinx the charm of what treasure holds 
A gentle, gentle blow on flower 
Is what is required to ensure a good luck charm