He took the shells from in his pocket
each one a face within a locket,
a precious moment shaped by time
then cast ashore to make a rhyme.
He placed them back where no light fell
bereft, unseen, they were but shell.
Then so his heart did darken too
for every one he hid was you.
Notes from life 
I love the analogy and the dark romanticism of your ideas. There is a force behind the words that I recognise as real.
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Thank you Ray
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