Sun reaches shore.
Blue ocean gleams,
a piece of petrified crystal
afloat in burning rock.

I stand,
feet buried in white sand.
Face dripped in sunlight
yet skin numbed by evening wind.
I should stay here on shore.
This is paradise,
but I am a stranger.
My heart a piece of tumbled stone
like so many others, lost at sea.

I walk on shoreline,
eyeing a piece of blue sea glass
on white graveyard.
A crystallized tear of a mermaid,
heartbroken from long lost sailor.
I cry for her, for sadness, despair.
But maybe it is not a tear.
Maybe it is a heart.
A piece of crystal
uncovered in blue magma.
Sharp glass smoothed over,
broken pieces reunited.
What the ocean takes, it gives again
new life.

Maybe someday, my heart will gleam.
A gem buried in white sand.
Maybe a stranger will see it,
and gently hold it in his hand