the perl and the master

[moontje365]

there once was a man
with a golden heart
tho could he be called a man
cause he lived near the waters
and he had such great sparkles
inside his soul
inside his whole
heartly being
character seeing
personas fleeing

now once in a while
the master in him
tho without selfish twits
and ignorant fits
would reveal
in beauty sunlight
with great mooncharm
with great tasty delight

now this man at the water
and his crazy heart sparkling
the water drups dwartling
across the sea
his love where could she be
cause within he had all
and without he didnt fall

a poor soul came close
and spoke the name of this lord
yet humble and tender
without the arrogant blending ego
wich would be only conceiling
its heart and its soil

the master spoke soft
with little less word
and saw his new friend
a compagnion a tenth
what he could do
along the riverbed
like godsend

my wife, my wife, i want to please
i have no gift, my coins are meak
master of mine, what shall i do
for my poor soul, it feels so blue
i know the poor ignorant me
it can not be compared with thee
but if thy wish will grant
this bliss ill stand
and many will be proud
for a heaven you could scold

the master he was pleased
and as crazy it may seemed
the longing for his friend
to be okay to be content
his wife the gestures
worldly testings
she woke up early
the morning light
the river side
he got her smile
their souls were bound
her perl, she found!