11 Nov 2015 – Sea Glass
(for Debra Hicks)

In mankind’s childhood stars danced all night long,
accompanied by embers taking flight
from fire’s comforts: food and warmth and song
and sleep at last, at home here in the night.

Bottled sands held sear high desert sunsets,
captured in the painted pots of peoples
in dream-time, long before old world regrets
cast shadows, blotting skys with steeples.

Now you stroll the beach in search of treasure
with all your nameless sisters from the past.
The sea returning beauty beyond measure,
a captured star in every gift of glass.

~

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