Stone
Raining drops from heart of stone
Diamonds breaking in the dust
Galaxies of questions sparkle
In cold light of the dark
Windows through countless lives
Refracting the fullness of nothing
Colors ooze slowly, suspended
Fragments of timeworn illusion
Worn etched upon a memory
Of things that never happened
Quiet waves of tranquility
Caress the shores of an empty lake.
R.W.W. banfiadh – wolfthough2003