she strung a line of sapphire droplets
imagining each a bead of blue
plucked straight from the sky.

she wrapped the strands around her wrists
and when light caught the beads
her heart would soar; joining the clouds.

when she met another
with opal spheres utterly flawless
she could feel their souls entwine.

and on that last night
their beads strung together and shiny as new
she had no doubt this was where she was meant to be.