The Hold and the Chase

That pretty stone from the beach?

Yes, I had to have it

So I picked it up

Tossed it onto my blanket.

 

Sneaked it away, yes –

Took it into my hold

Took it away to the sunny warmth,

Away from the water’s cold.

 

Are you of the sea?

Or of the sands?

No it doesn’t matter –

Cuz you’d still be in my hands.

 

Discoveries add meaning

To days otherwise crazed

Reignite the spirit

And dreams and desires to be chased.

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