Wednesday, 2 November 2011

Green Glass in the Sand

How did I grow so small?
So insignificantly missing.
Dropped by careless hands
And left behind
On a lonely shore,
Broken between hard rocks
And a big empty space…
Waiting to be found.

I’m green glass in the sand.
I’m the emerald at your feet.
Twinkling so eagerly in sunlight
Searching for the beachcomber in you.
Will you tuck me in your pocket?
Keep me safe, take me home?

Once when I was whole,
Not broken up and shattered.
I sat at a fine table
Filled with blood red wine.
But, they drained me.
Now I’m broken between hard rocks
And this big empty space,
Waiting to be found.

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