A rose drifted by
the color of pinkish pearl
Scarce as a precious gem
in the unusual hue of blue

Landing on the flesh toned sand
it’s petals dusted with a veil of silver
Split to reveal the innermost rose petals
shimmering and glimmering

Deep beneath the shifting sand
a spirit fashioned of clay waits
For its chance to pick a petal
and slip beneath the page again