There remains a bit of sun in the stone around my neck.
A touch of sand, a hint of breeze upon a sunburned deck.
I catch a flash of turquoise sea, a wisp of sapphire sky.
And if I focus really hard, I hear the waves roll by.
And in the weight that sits within the stone around my neck
Settle dreams and scraps of hope in every little speck.
How fortunate, I realize, on days when I sit still
I have a stone around my neck whose memories never will.