Song Of Black Beads

I see you embellished in sparkling yellow metal

I feel you and know the meaning that adorns you

I sense pride on the face who owns you

I care more of how world sees you and one seen with you

I admire your simplicity in clutches of colour and shine 

Search refuses to cease in this lifetime

Hope stirs what can be or could have been 

Play on in the heart’s playground 

With the brain sifting the logic and how

I don't yet know what I miss and more… yet to get over the song of black beads