I am a Rock

I am a rock,

Cold as a winter's dawn,

As hard as a love gone astray.

I am a rock...

No words will move me,

There is no music to my song,

I remain here

Unmoved by time and space.

Heavens cry their silent tears,

Eroding my edges,

Carving a history

That I have sought to deny.

I was once a rock,

Today I am a stone.

Young lovers pick me up,

I skim once, twice, three times

Along the water,

A silent promise only I heard.

I sink to the lake's bottom,

Weight down by all our yesterdays,

A stone never remembered.

Years ago by

And I have become a grain of sand,

So small as to not matter,

So large as to blind one's soul

Of the dreams they thought to share.

Washed ashore by the wave of time,

I become abandoned to the whims

Of the wind and faith.

Time moved on as we know it would,

And I have become a part of the soil,

Where Lilies bloom and dreams are born

And now I can't recall

Those days when I was stone,

For I have become part of a living world.

I feel the rain wash over me.

Somehow I am now aware

That even a stone has a history,

That even when I never cried

The passing of time

Would reveal my tears.

I was once a rock,

Until the gods cried for me.

I was a stone

Until the lovers made a silent wish.

I was a grain of sand

Until I was called to be part

Of the cycle of life.