The Currency of Shells
Waves croon sad songs of loss
Wash my face with mists of brine
Mix freely with the salty tears
That no reason can define
Kneel in the early moonlight
Wet sand against bare skin
I pick up a pearl white memory
As I wonder where she's been
Seashells were our currency
When love used to draw us here
Trading sea treasures for kisses
Once more I’d love to hold her near
So with my pocket full of treasure
As the ocean sings our lullaby
In dthose dreams I’ll still trade seashells
In those dreams I’ll never cry!
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Love you Cuz, Rose XOXO
Myrna
Memories and dreams of precious things, of times when all was well and the world was at peace, and happiness reigned..
Its nice to reflect on these things, helps us get through the mire of life we are confronted with these days.
Ty Fee
:) Hugs
Ch'erie
This one got to me. No wonder I love seashells...beautiful, poignant memories in powerful verse; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
Karen
Take care,
Sherry