Oysters

by Shawn
(Maryland)

A sky that's more blue,

California dreams inhabit me,

The shore's convalescence is my essence,

The golden pearls are abundant,

As I sail through the world,

Looking for my oyster,

Separate from the cloister,

For it shines its own light,

In the darkest abyss,

Such a simple contrast,

With impeccable, concrete delivery,

Though the flow is abstract,

That closed minds can fall,

Victim to imagination's ripple effect.