Sea Glass - a bit of rough example

It's too obvious to be sharp Though no one can deny the beauty of being pierced A delicate moment Only to be savoured accidentally of course Something to react to and get over Yet with all edges polished away Reflecting nothing Lacking in all memory of before There's a sweetness No, sweetness isn't the word Purity perhaps The need of both heart and eyes to notice Quietness and time for contemplation Of an object in your hand Transferred to pocket Reached for when comfort is required Gazed into when the mystery of the world needs fathoming You don't cut me then And I turn those unclear memories over in my hands and head Unable to decipher harm from comfort My hands bearing no scars Though if my vision glazes over I see them So abundant they create a polished surface