Blue Beach Glass

I'm not willing to share the meaning of this poem...

He is my blue beach glass
Jagged edges smoothed away
Clarity of color fogged
Years of waves on the surface
Dragging along the bottom
Scrapping across the depths
The tides pulling in and out
Until he catches the shore
Scattered among sand and stones

He is my blue beach glass
A color so rare
A shade so distinct
Not many eyes catch him
But I see clearly
He is my blue beach glass

I see him lying there
Untouched
Unnoticed
I momentarily admire
Before I throw him back
Into the waves

I smile to myself and say
"Not ready yet..."