Talisman
As I sat on the bed, and opened the box
I fondled the keepsake, in the palm of my hand
It is tied to a youth that I never lost
Often the memories may be callused by time
Some have been polished. Tho' some may be gone
into the reverie, where I cannot climb
Smooth as the dream, that I've kept like a glove,
wrapped tightly in tissue, and precious to hold,
is one little stone of no value, but love
With a glint of the morning, and the blue of the sky
sapphire veins, and gold undertones.
Inside are hints of a story once told
The heat can be captured like a piece of the sun
I remember a day, with a radiant glow
when the ocean was changing, and storms on the way
Thundering sounds, and in-coming waves
that swept us away, to world of our own
It washed up from nowhere, and you reached with your hand
and picked up this keepsake, to put in my own
The memory lingers, re-savored, when found
A stone of no worth, except for the love
There in the sand, as if it were gold
much brighter with colors, than all other stones
A talisman treasure that I'll always own
Shaped smooth by time, and polished by tides
Taking me back to the glint in your eyes
___________________________
1/22/16
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