Such a beauty reaching out of sand
with a shine that shocked my eye,
to drop from a wrist was a dangerous flight.
 
Half buried in sand was its resting place −
the softest of landings, a whisper fall,
the grains all gathered and made a bed.
 
Who wore this bracelet and lost its power,
who held her hand and let it swing,
who swam away and gifted the beach?
 
It rolled anxiously round my wrist;
each jewelled stone had sought my hand,
its spirited bodies singed with guilt.
 
Temptation landed as I searched the sea
whilst haunting voices gathered inside,
the bracelet scratched and cut its mark.
 
To wear any longer would ignite my fear −
these charms spoke and knotted my mind,
to wear any longer, would leave me buried in grit.

This walk is never easy, with these legs.
As I step on the grass
by the forest path,
I feel its blades
lift me up.
Smoke from behind
seems to carry me forwards,
did I really feel that?
 
A gentle push,
and hand on my back,
but where is this person to ask?
They rush through,
ripple my coat −
a girl with shimmering hair.
Take a strand and hold it like a rope
she signs, and twirls me along,
to the top, the very top
of this hill, I couldn’t walk up.
 
I sit with her,
believe in magic,
what else could it have been?
She smiles and places a finger
on my lips,
then softly, drifts away.