Pebble

2011

Wholly smooth pebble,
in my hand, caressed.
Transfer endearment.

Spotted among rocks,
jagged in rubble,
short of erosion.

Imagining now
the streams, all long lost,
embedding this gem.

Other eyes perhaps
beamed over its nice,
aquamarine tint.

None though, as I will
save it eternal.
Pocket it 'till death.

Wholly this pebble
serves as testament
to reasons I live.