A lost memory of fantasies gone by,
grains of sand beneath a clear topaz sky.
Whilst searching for the forgotten glass
worn away and tossed at last
I found truth hidden in the shining light
an abundance of wisdom,
so glaringly bright.
Shell of the seahorse
the ebbing moon has bought,
through all the years I dreamt I caught,
now you come,
when it’s frosted glass I sought.
The universe today, a message it taught.
Karen Hayward (Copyright)( Poem and image.) 2014.