Pearls

Silence cannot own this room,

if a clock beats, keeps, and loses time,

if you tick-tock clues to the empty moon

and gather pearls strung for rhyme, 

for a clock that beats, keeps, and loses time.

And hemming light, like beads of noiseless white,

you gather pearls strung for rhyme

as moon-cut gifts to the saddened night.

And hemm