I hold it in the palm of my hand
And I wonder how many beaches it has traveled
Or how many times it was washed up
by the angry burst of noontide.
I wonder, has it ever reached your shore?
Time has perfected its shape
But it never stays in one place.
It goes with the tide and roll with the waves
And place itself where I could see it
glistening in the sand.
Now you ask what love is –
I don’t know.
Maybe, just like this sea glass
It would show itself when you’re not looking
Maybe, just like this sea glass
It would come glistening on your footpath.
But you will never recognize it
Because your heart has turned to stone.
