Pebble Beach Poem by Timmy Angel Naylor

As she walked upon the sand
She dropped a pebble from her hand
And I, curious,
Picked it up and studied closely.
To my surprise it was a near perfect heart,
Smooth and still warm from her touch.
I stared after her and then,
Feeling strangely sorry for the
Ocean's small offering,
I stored it safely away.
Why had she left it there?
Was it a token from one
Whith whom her love was done?
Did love burn so painfully
In her own heart
That she cast it down?
Was she so replete in love and life that
The token held no meaning?
Mystified, I took the pebble home.

Some time later I looked again
And felt how the small heart
Warmed with a hand's caress.
I was hit by a sudden thought.
What if she went back?
What if, frantic with regret and realisation,
She hurried back
In a desperate search for the lost heart?
The poet in me took over
And I was soon on a train to the coast.

And swept with relief
Put back the pebble.
But as I did,
It struck me like a stone:
What if she too had followed another
Who dropped the pebble
And she too took that heart away
Untill, driven by her romantic soul
That craved to give,
She brought it back again.

By the turmoil of the sea was shaped
A heart of pure simplicity.
In turmoil too, we long to share the same.
But all is well.
I left it there you see.
But who was walking, watching me?