So let us take we our frosted edges,

As mountainsides and sea glass be differed.

And yet here we be both so admired.

Fleetingly my snow blown slopes cave to spring. 

Your soft curves glitter in the sun-kissed sand.

I, struck again by our differences,

Must marvel at a beauty never seen, 

Nor by my experience felt before.

Alas, but that you might be carried hence

By hand or foot to my rocky facade. 

I cannot be moved to the endless shore. 

But if you should find yourself swept my way, 

By sincere thoughts or happy accidents 

Stay, that I may show a summit sunrise,

And admire the way the snow drops glow

And gently gleam against your sea-scored skin. 

And when you leave, take with you a token.

Be it quartz or granite or crystal jade.

My thanks, for you to cherish by seaside.

And allow me the pleasure to wonder 

To the degree that its rough hemmed edges 

Might be burnished and smoothed by your soft hand.