Lakeside poem

Pebbles on the shores of time

I was lonely

Until your pebble swept beside mine.

There are many sorts of pebbles, here

Some think the water is something to fear

As it shrouds, it’s easy to come loose

And drift to some new home you didn’t choose.

You cannot grow roots, or fly

So contentment is the only option

As this glistening, silver tongue rolls by.

Clouds mark this tongue when it’s a still canopy

But even when gentle

It reshapes the rougher parts of me

The wind shifts water

And shifts me yet again

Time to go with the flow

And find new friends

There are twigs, too, and sandy jewels

That wink amongst the weed.

But without a doubt

You’re the sweetest pebble

I ever had the pleasure to meet.

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