A sterling treasure left unscarred by the savageness of Time,
Delicate yet firm, small yet significant,
The shell burnished and unmarred,
Glossy yet tainted, precious yet forgotten,
Left dangling on a dainty, silver chain,
Given by those loved in a far-off land.

It speaks without speaking,
Yet it communicates the wonder of the seven seas,
It looks without looking,
Yet it portrays the beauty of the briny deep,
It moves without moving,
Yet it travels with an invisible tide.

A Shell that strikes an eerie glow,
An ancient power,
One of wisdom and strength,
A talisman of knowledge,
There is no flip switch, no beeping buttons
Or flashing lights,
A lucky charm, it’s power only ever triggered by the light within.

Although eternally frozen in stone-cold metal.