Soft Stone

We carved out of a space where there was none,

Borrowed time where none existed to borrow.

I allowed myself to be available to you

as if there was no tomorrow.

You brought me home a soft stone.

A soft green stone for my heart.

I saw things the enlightened see

when the fog of illusion parts.

I saw things that children see

before the fog of illusion ever starts.

We lay in a moment

never meant to exist

and yet the only moment to really count.

Asleep I could hear you moving everywhere

like a tornado through my dream.

But you woke me up slowly with beauty

and a stone that was soft and green.

You woke me up slowly with beauty

and we met in a world all our own.

Carved out of time that didn’t exist

after so many lifetimes alone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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