Deception Pass, WA

Gossamer jade, too fine to wear,

Too worn to find, like fairy's wings

So intricate, so beautiful but not a use.

So unknown, hidden in the myths of old,

Loved by men who's worth is told

Loved but never held by men.

Shadows slink across the grass, what once

Was gold in sunlight grows a mossy dim

And cold: so beautiful but not a use.

What is rare is never known; thus it is it

Seems the more, but can be had is scorned,

And lore is prized where life is spilt.

Why do men take fairy wings, and fozzy 

Legs of damask fine, when what they are is 

All they are? So beautiful but not a use.