Worn Edges

Much the way ragged edged beach glass is worn smooth By the continuous kiss of the upswell of waves Your changing tides, lapping my shores Over and over, in metronome melody Has worn away my sharpness And muted my color Once free to ride the currents, take me where they would I was content to be in no one's hand Nor pocket Nor shelved as a beautiful find Tossing in the steady sea Of undiscovered treasures I would have been better off deposited on distant sand Where the glint of the sun would not have led your eyes to find me