A ruddy glint
dulled scarcely less
than the neighboring
pebbles crowding it,
an opaque stone
caught my heart
on a well worn
graveled trail.

I stooped and scooped
and meditating
it's passive allure,
slipped it sure
into my pocket
and continued
my life's new way.

I've harbored
for years that
no precious gem
and occasionally
buff the smooth
hard between my
aged fingers.

Revered not, that rock,
for it's bland pose
but rather as a hint
in my once hardened
head that a
true dream girl's
love has brightened
my vision painting now
every season's pallet.

Find a dream one too
who'll imbue in you
to glimpse awakening
beauty found
love in stones.