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