Stonehearts

Stonehearts Stonehearts washed up on the beach I walk the sand and down I reach A rock, the shape of a small heart With mottled marks and holes in parts The size alike to human kind Some are fat, some are fine And shapes formed tilted, full or long Some are tiny, others small. But as I search there are none alike These sea washed stones each have a plight I pocket them and steal away. At home I place them on a tray. My collection of treasured hearts Tossed by Mermaids, in the dark. Only to be found by me Stonehearts washed up from the sea.