It was you I found

Pick them up and feel them

smooth and matt and round

roll them in your hand

rub them on your cheek

then let them speak

what do they tell each one

of how once, long ago

they were the sun or moon,

they have been hot

so hot as hottest hot

then cooled down by the ice

shaped by others

yes their brothers

water weathered

rubbed and smoothed 

in mud

roamed from mountain tops

to deep valleys in the sea

and now they lie in mornings dew

waiting there for you to find

oh lovely smooth matt round

little grey stone, you're mine.

I found you 

and bound you with a cloth

my pocket handkerchief 

all striped and old like you

its seen better days 

when new

yet serves its purpose still

as folded in my fond embrace

is you 

my little stone

you ride my pocket close to me

and when my troubled mind insists

I bring you out

you give me solace, permanence

solid, constant, round,

my worries soon can dissipate

as fondled 

your profound simplicity

bring me such felicity

such calm

I hold you in my palm,

you little weight 

your total innocence 

you expound

and I am sweetly mesmerised

from all thoughts negative

it was YOU I found.