Sea-Glass

Something very different than what I normally write...

In the early mist of morning

Before the fog has passed away

Sits a woman on a porch swing

Writing a poem for the day

 

She writes a poem wound with prose

In a book that's bound with leather

She writes now of the love she knows

And of the time they shared together

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They met on a morning just like this

While the tide was rolling in

As the ocean met the sand with a kiss

She felt his hand upon her skin

He said:

"I didn't mean to frighten you. I only want to ask:

If you'd help me fill my bucket, with all colors of sea-glass."

 

She agreed to help him

And as the morning slowly passed

One by one the bucket filled

With all colors of sea-glass

 

They walked along the shoreline

Filling empty space with laughter

Both silently imagined

Their life for ever after

 

As the sun began to set

And much to his surprise

The last piece they collected

Matched her deep green emerald eyes

 

He placed it in his pocket

"For safekeeping" is what he said

And as she smiled at him

He placed a kiss on her forehead

 

Thus, hand in hand they walked

Throughout their life of many years

And on their anniversary

She was reduced to tears

 

They were celebrating fifty

But it felt like number one

When he held out his gift to her

Under the morning sun

 

It was wrapped in a handkerchief

And when she opened it at last

Tears began to fill her eyes

And drip down on the glass

 

He said:

"When we found this piece together, I knew that you'd be mine.

Today, we're living proof that love can stand the test of time.

 

I kept this piece of sea-glass, because it matched your eyes.

It turned into the glue that solidified our lives.

 

I love you more today, than I ever have before.

And with this "lucky" charm, we'll be sharing fifty more."

 

They strolled down to the beach

To where they met that fateful day

Hand in hand, along the sand

They watched the sunlight fade away

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Satisfied with what she'd written

The book closed softly in her hand

She left behind the squeaky porch swing

And took a stroll along the sand