A gathering of rocks
The mighty and the fallen
The washed up
And the broken
The self assured
And rooted
Scattered across the beeches
A demograph of difference
A collection of consciences
A bustling shore
Of sleepy stones
I search for
You
The One
But how can I
Make you out?
Amidst the many
And the few
Amidst the ancient
And the new
How will I know?
My eyes searched in vain
A few peculiar looking pebbles
Different but still plain
Caught my eye
You were not to be found
Close to the shore
By the cliff I sensed a mound
Of boulders dark and strong
I stood amidst
Their heavy darkness
Rocks moist from the
Crashing waterfall
Above
And then I saw you
And recognised you instantly
My smooth
Companion
A glimmer of hope
Hidden
In the darkness
I reached down
I put you in my pocket
And I promised
I would never
Let you go