I picked up an empty seashell.
Thought I'd find it silent.
I held close up to my ear.
It really was a little queer.
For, from the shell came a lovely voice.
Deep but understanding.
It said I had a choice.

I stopped, then I thought.
My heart was trapped inside I was well and truly caught.
A shell that spoke!
Well I never.
I looked closely into the hollow and there I saw two eyes.
Must have been really tiny.

I placed the shell back on the sand.
Walked away with  head in hands.
Baffled if not a little bemused.
As I walked away I heard a crunch.

Felt a hand upon my shoulder.
I jumped somewhat startled.
Jumped near out of my skin.
Turned on my heels.
To see who was there.
Tall dark and handsome.
Before me he stood.
A broken shell revealed something so good.
How he got in there,
I'll never know.
I'll never know or if indeed that's where he's from.
Perhaps he was just the soul of the sea.
He was stood there, next to me.
(C) LIVVI