Turquoise and silver

 

Sand and stone

 

Channel work 

 

And inlaid bone

 

Shell left from an escaped small resident

 

An old bronzed seal from a disgraced president 

 

Buttons torn from battle vests

 

All buried in a precious capsule

 

My love’s dried blood in a golden ampule

 

When will we covet what’s precious now and here? 

 

Instead of waiting, sacrificing what’s dear

 

Treasure hunters know the value 

 

But ransom it so cheap no one to care 

 

Cuts me to the quick the loss is painful 

 

It’s very existence shallow and baneful

 

Rescue me from thieves and pirates

 

A bag of silver for my turquoise ring 

 

Will save my life as Indigo Buntings sing

 

Flying with silvery stars in their sight

 

To bring me back home in cover of night