My Lost Friend

It is as precious as the man himself,
it holds more than an ant
It smells like the sandy beach and when I'm dreaming.
I Dream of Del.

It sounds like the waves crashing on the beach,
it looks like an artwork to live on forever.
It feels spiky and smooth.

My object tastes of the sour salty ocean running through my mouth.
My object here is used to call mermaids
layers of glass separating it from the world.

Shells with chickenpox skin
smells of the elegant night breeze on the beach
Blowing across the sand.

As heavy as an elephant
Reminds me of someone as precious as a fluffy bunny
can come to life.

Will come to an end,
walking along I watch it shine through the window
will it get lost?

Shall I think of good or bad things when I see it?
Running through the sand
the bright light it captures
the sour, salty taste it still has
motionless as we move
sitting in glass.