When the weight of two gold rings
became too much for fingers,
they cast them into the ocean,
ponderous deeps to behold.
Night-blue abyss swallowing up
the ardent frivolity in its
arythmic movements most organic,
digesting the notion behind
a ceremonial, albeit commercialized
symbol, leaning toward a value
based on appearance
and rarity of material.
Indifferent, the waves pass over
and swell until there are no more
tokens to fathom, and forgotten,
they dispassionately listen to whales
and exhalation of a timeless query.