Pearl, oh Pearl,
your name is no co-incidence.
Not Penny or Patricia or Pauline,
but the key to my dreams
where no souls
intervene.

They'll call your name
with one syllable, distinct.
I give you the power
to shine white and bright.
An enchanted white tigress-
calm and never in fright.
Did you know that the shape of your name
bears the key to eternity?
My mother, your mother,
your daughter and her daughter.
We are all the same.

Did you know that I'm Emerald
and people cried me rivers.
I was lost in a forest, green with envy,
and flooded people with shivers.
But you, Pearl, oh Pearl,
Let me wear you around my neck in my coffin.
You reflect all the colours!
Light the ways for the dead when they're lost.

You are eighteen stars away,
you doubt and scream at me:
Ignorance is bliss! No,
clouded by useless thoughts,
looking back,
you miss the days when you were a
baby.

You don't exist yet,
and I'm holding the eighteen stars.
The sky sprinkles glitters,
the snow takes away my face.

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