I had a dream-

The salty waves did lap against the shore, caressing the soil; layers of sand were peeled back by the tide, and in the foam spun beads of light ;
I stood and watched as from beneath the earthy grains emerged a few broken shards of glass, polished almost to oblivion; but withholding their colors still, they shone, sharp enough - my cut lips burnt ; and lain under a yearling tree, I could not say if the sun rose or set in the near.