There Was No Pearl in This Little Clam

The bridge swung open and the sunlight fell upon my face.

Immediately the little purple flowers bloomed to cover the fields.

Softened images of irises danced in my mind.

My sweet, throw your gold dust in the air.

Your makeshift wings can support you now.

I pulled every star from the sky, and collected them in a jar.

Like fireflies they illuminate and spread their golden light.

Bugs cannot survive enclosed in glass.

Each intense glow fades to black.

The magic is gone.

Fall into the forest.

The ravenous beasts will escort you home.