Black Pearl
This pearl is precious unto me
Though it be black as it can be
It is as perfect, smooth and round
As any white one to be found
There was I time I wished to be
As clear and full of purity
As crystal water from the well
Or a single, snowy pearl

But I took all my wishing back
The day I noticed that the black
Was not from dirt nor dust of coal
But from the depths inside my soul

There is a place where angels keep
A vigil quieter than sleep
Because not even dreams may go
Into the twilight of my soul