Inside a pearl I'll sit, someday, someday,
and hum and strum an ancient new-learnt tune,
imbibing wine the hue of end-of-day
through endless day, absent of sun and moon.
I'll kiss each sister, kiss her brow, exult
in faith made glory, dancing arm-in-arm
as, crossing o'er to seven choirs' tumult
her grace, by step, becomes breath-begg'ring charm.
No brother there shall pass without salute,
a clasp, embrace, a brass triumphant laugh.
Scars borne by souls unto death resolute
peel back from brazen joy, blow off as chaff.
When you arrive I'll grin and pass the skin
of hope-made-stuff, welcome our kin within.