Diamond

Rare diamond interred by the sea in

red blood sand sifting in hourglass,

drinking from cloudy glass of tears,

relentless ebb and flow of the tides.

I’ll stand here for one thousand years

opening up the wounds – a footnote

to pages of my stormy story of life,

gripping memories to my chest

of wet, naked souls carried away.

Countless dreams of lost lonely hearts,

salty smell of heartbreak, reaching

for shore of dreams, knowing I must

open fist and let false diamonds go.

My spark ceases but time marches on.