Beautiful. I love the idea of "progression" ... each turquoise giving more.

Surprising to see it end, "no, not for me." That's not been the usual answer, lately.

Your poem hasn't changed my mind. I'll still be searching for that third turqouise.

'Not for us is the beauty that shatters
Every other beauty; fairer than heaven
Or than our dreams is the land of Faery,
But mortals were not meant there to tarry.'

I love those lines. Beautiful poem.