Was Worth The Wait

For Once I Get What I'm After !


   Five full years I try, five years in which thousands upon thousands of beads were made in my flame, beads I liked and beads that made this hermit smile but never that one set I wanted, those beads that lay on seabed deep under tropical sun, beads that watched a million ships pass while fine sands pitted their surface.

   Now those wave tossed treasures have passed my eyes and in my mind they will stay, no longer will I wait, no longer will I search those blue cones of my flame for now I've found those gifts from Davy Jones' locker.