Sanded Tears

Sanded tears on breathless shells
hiding from the oceans swells
quikly put it in your pocket
its voice is better than a locket

jaded crystals, smoothened glass
hiding on the turles path
salted tears have weped and dried
leaving sand that wails at night.

Grainy poradge tastes like stone
grounded pounded from the bone
humming with the waters heart
tastes like bits of cracking art.

spirled becons in the dunes
sloshing answers on the boons
Hear it quickly tell its plight
Sanded tears at silver light.