Gravel.

I saw a diamond on a beach, in a pile of gravel.
An extreme of the stone's attempt to sparkle
even in the sun.
But the way she spun light into attention
and filled in grateful vision.
She was as bright as a star.
And as humble as a raincloud.
I wore her a ring on my finger,
and never touched my heart.
I kept my hand near my mouth,
and spoke to the diamond with words.
It disappeared one night, while I slept.
I woke up and my finger no longer stole
my speech as it had the day before.
On the beach in a pile of gravel.
A pile of stones.
I can no longer find it in a pile of stones.
Perhaps the diamond was gravel.
But she twinkled.
Oh how it twinkled.