smooth stones in my palms
these moments, days, years
worn smooth, cherished,
growing richer with time


gathering up all my
memories and thoughts of
you and the way you smell
and how you feel against my skin
binding them tight together
so I will never forget
and you will always be close


come, sit beside me
dip your toes into the cool water
and watch rippling rings
roll the sky, the sun
and all of our dreams into
one silvery stream


when i'm tired, bent or broken 
and life has taken its toll
i've found no words, or earthly thing
can ever make me whole
so i turn to the potter, creator;
the author of my soul