blue stone

you find a blue
stone along the
stream. it's smooth
and dull in color,
wet with sunlight
and water.
it's neither a gem
or that beautiful,
but it's fine. it
feels good in your
hand. you like
the weight of it,
it's shy and subtle
shine. you decide
to keep it in your
pocket and carry it
with you everywhere
you go and before
you fall asleep at
night, you set it on
the dresser beside
the light, and
in the morning,
it is still there,
patiently waiting
for you to take it
somewhere. you have
fallen in love with
this stone and feel
that it will never
leave you. it's
just a common stone,
and yet that rare.