Little Valentine

These are little shards of the day
I am trying to hoard
Silica and fool’s gold
 
Hauled up from the night’s
Long Dream’s
Confusing conversations
 
Nuggets saved
The hard minerals
Of a vanishing face
 
Pierced through to
And dragged into the day
Not to be remembered
 
But to be experienced
Just once
Before it fades away