Early in the morning
Dry, Dusty and forlorn
It was just moments ago
When she left for another stone
The time is approaching, soon
She'll come slowly by,
A lovely cooling stream at first,
and then go gushing by
She drowns me in her self
Giggling, Playful and full of life
Before she takes another turn
And is gone without a sight
That is the way she goes
Bending and touching every stone
Giving love and life to a creature
not capable of loving in return
She will not wait for me
There are many that wait ahead
"What do you have to offer" - she says
"You are but just a stone"
And so I wait, For her return
It his her nature. to move along
A stone I am, I do not doubt
But one that glistens the most,
When shes around.
It is now Twilight
Dry, Dusty and forlorn
It was just moments ago
When she left for another stone
M
(Written some time in 2010, found it in my drafts!!!)
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