my seaglass i'll not find on these sands

my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
just rocks of many hues:
some are bland
some are pretty
but none compare with you.
my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
for mine is a brilliant blue
and though i have found
some red, green and brown,
still none of them are you.
my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
for here is naught but rubble.
the shores from our past
wash away as I walk;
they cannot bring me you.
my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
but behold, far off in the distance,
there's a blue softened shard
the waves of time sculpted
and that one, yes that one, is you.

-D.B.
8/28/2013

Thowback #8: Words from your past

I want you to look at this
on a day far away
you know that tomorrow
is different from today.
My past will go by,
your future is here,
and there'll be things gone
that we once held dear.
Now look to the future,
eye quickly the past,
and cherish each moment
till you breathe your last.

-D.B.
3/5/2009