pearls

if there eyes closed seeming,
of thought of me engaged,
I see you when dreaming,
a perfect picture never aged.
moments like pearls dangle on string,
each perfect with subtle flaw,
and dwell upon the little things,
of these dreams I wish you saw.
so as I in deep ocean sleep,
make these pearls from grains of sand.
a bitter treasure built in scar so deep
anger tastes of salt and reprimand.