A poem of failed searching.

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I search the shore line
for solidified tree tears
looted from the past
by wind’s wild surge and moon drag
frozen honey gems
eclipsed by glistening sea stones
a message treasure
of ancient sun- warmed resin
with trapped lives mid-stride
known, unknown, hunter- seekers.

The warmth touches me
but my moment won’t  travel
for nothing will retain me.