I Dreamt of Pearls

I dreamt of pearls, and purple rain, a claret wine, the rhine of
Fame. My mantra soft, the sprout of wings, an angel fair, the
Flare of kings. And ink to stone, my phantom vow, to part
The sea, and drift the Nile. For love to web, a heart to prom,
A pick to ice, a tear to palm. And flint to mount, the deepest
Self, affixed to love, like wings to elf. Plus the magic, alive
And sung, adrift a dream, the kings have won. And rapture
Soft, the fringe of song, the jazz of love, a tribal gong.

I dreamt of pearls, and purple rain, a claret wine, the rhine of
Fame. My omic love, explore the roots, the aster scent, the
Tint of truth. And note to hymn, the stream of ghosts, the
Pledge of heart, aspark the coast. For fated pearls, aloft to fly,
Infused with love, the grace of time. And air to lungs, my
Mystic arc, the shrine of peace, the fleece of art.