Sea Glass

How do you change what's always been, the mourning that it is no more ~ a crystal chalice lost at sea, a long-remembered memory... Like shattered dreams our hearts recall, they sink like pieces of the past in salty tears to sandy graves, where edges of our pain are washed and smooth the surface of regret. You slipped, like sand through wishing hands too slow to reach and catch your fall. ~ months and years and polished edges that can't be glued back like before. Yet, on a bright and foggy morn, hints of color peak through the haze of yesterday then swept ashore. We hold a peace that was never a visage that escaped our gaze...