Treasure Me
If I were a statue
made of glass from the sea
Would you gaze upon the shards
to see my inner beauty
I would stand up tall, gaze longingly
At the sun on your face,
bright as stars could be
A frozen form, glistening lovingly
Caress me slowly there is no hurry
Yield to the cracks of times great fury
Every facet, every shine, with all its beauty
This statue made of treasure, glass from the sea
*And another beautiful Collab with Dan Kearley* 6-10-12
Copyright © Germaine Elliott | Year Posted 2012
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