I found a stone among the rocks,

The stone was smooth, the rocks were rough

To the touch - a diamond it's not,

But worth more

for it will remind me

The vast volumes of memory's soul

The nativity of life in this skin

Beautiful people of the Sun

These last days of Brightness

The islands

The seabeeeze

Your moments of experiencing

Within

This bubble.

I am living as best I can

We are as we go/get

To become

"Get what you give" with what is given...

I found a stone among the rocks

We choose what hurtful words are hot

Pierce, stab, or cut

Bleeding out

The warmth of hearts

So what remains is

Rage

A sharp, sharp sword

What we say will only hurt

Each other

Silence keeps

This stone as keepsake

malleable touchable realities

In my pocket I named Lucky,

This breath of life

That we all must bury

One Day

And the story

of each a stone

A gem of thoughtful touch...

The lovely memory of

Eloquent words last spoken, not...

In vain.

I kept the stone smooth,

Among the rocks...

Sitting in the rain

Will you shower me

With love

With what words you find

And say ?

Love is a smooth stone

Among the rocks...

Reminds me of

Summers' days few

Love lost

Naught...

(With you)