The birth of a Pearl

The birth of a pearl 


By the rippling waves she came to me,

Rising out of the foam,

Under moonlit water,

A golden beacon against the dark sky,

As clouds stirred by my command,

Lightning bolts confirming her birth,

From the foam came a pearl made into flesh,

And that of bone,

The essence of love and beauty,

Captured within her heart,

By the shoreline,

I admire what the foam created,

The future  Mother of the Roman people,

I look to the sea in approval,

In thanks to what the water gave me.

 
©2012  Tragedienne BelleMorte