Lost treasures

Lost treasures

There is no going back,
not one moment, one golden flash.
The river running to the sea
leaves behind smooth pebbles with regret.

Not one moment, one golden flash
will drop into you hands again,
nor your eyes follow beauty into the shadows,

the river running to the sea.
Sand-sifted, gravel-sorted,
the current that carves and sculpts,

leaves behind smooth pebbles with regret,
amber-gemmed and jet,
for some later princess to find.