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.