I walk along the sea shore,
feel the sand between my toes,
search for coloured treasures,
I call them jewels, you know.
...
I’ve kept it all wrapped up…
cocooned safely in warm cotton wool,
so no-one can hurt it or break it again…
no-one these strings can pull.
...
The sky is on fire,
sun and birds going to sleep;
ending perfect day
...
Shall we dance among the moonbeams,
hold each other safe and tight.
Play hide and seek in the shadows
by the magic of faint starlight.
...
Gemstones
I walk along the sea shore,
feel the sand between my toes,
search for coloured treasures,
I call them jewels, you know.
Each bauble will mean something
so must be studied carefully,
turned around and felt for flaws;
this one’s a red ruby…
I could swear this is an emerald,
although perhaps a little small.
It holds a binding memory,
of mother’s last May Ball.
I spot what looks like amber,
glinting bright in pure sunlight,
I search for other pieces,
but this one looks just right.
Then I spy a sapphire,
with its certain hue;
a gleaming rock of promise -
reminds me so of you.
At last I find a diamond,
sparkling in the light,
I put my haul together,
and hold them ever tight.
The echoes that they hold for me
ring ever in my ears.
I try my best to raise a smile,
but can’t hold back my tears.
Now homeward bound I’m heading,
the wind blows in my hair,
sea sings a haunting love song
to remind me I was there.
I’ll sit now with my daughter,
share my secrets one by one;
with each fine piece my story,
so the memories carry on…