29 Pearls Of Your Smile
Under a moonless night I sit in the garden holding the twenty-nine pearls of your smile. Your eyes fall on me like quiet rain, and suddenly my breath remembers life. Your smile— a soft chain around my lungs. Every morning begins with you entering my thoughts like the first light through a window. Dawn burns my skin. Twilight closes my eyes. What shall I do when your footsteps fade far from me? The rhythm in my chest, the music in my blood— they keep repeating your name.