Sea Glass

An ancient mariner, I’m sailing for ages across the ebony edge of the tranquil night, while the storm clouds surge with the thunders of strife, splinter my sky of yearning motif. With the debris of despair the shards of my broken heart drift with the cobalt waves toward the fervent shore of hope, where my sanguine senses shimmer with the cadence of silver sunshine. The sands of time polish the fragments of the sunk memory, flatten the angularities of remorse, turning these into sea glass like the stars, sprouting one by one as astral emerald and sapphire. Adorning the luster of your grace, they shine on the shadow of the past, retrieved from the sea of melancholy. In the lilac light of the setting sun, each time the tide of turmoil ebbs out, I excavate the stack of time, search for the treasure moments of the frosted fragments of memory. ________