08-05-2021, 08:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-07-2025, 11:25 PM by Quixilated.)
Stone
I have become a stone.
I wrapped myself in silent contemplation
and the rest of the world fell away.
Time passed
and I sank down into the earth,
forgetting
and forgotten.
I heard voices floating on the wind,
and I was unable to reply.
In time they faded away.
I wanted to tell them
not to be angry with me.
I wanted to tell them
I would answer if I could.
But I am a stone.
Everything breaks against my silence.
At night the cold moon is a silent friend.
We are two stones together, she and I,
pale sentries keeping watch over the night.
I wish I could remember how to be alive again.
I have become a stone.
I wrapped myself in silent contemplation
and the rest of the world fell away.
Time passed
and I sank down into the earth,
forgetting
and forgotten.
I heard voices floating on the wind,
and I was unable to reply.
In time they faded away.
I wanted to tell them
not to be angry with me.
I wanted to tell them
I would answer if I could.
But I am a stone.
Everything breaks against my silence.
At night the cold moon is a silent friend.
We are two stones together, she and I,
pale sentries keeping watch over the night.
I wish I could remember how to be alive again.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara
