Within these walls lies a stone
A precious stone, one that has never seen the light of day.
A lost soul guards it beyond the walls
Carrying it with its body
Light beams pulse its core, striking the walls to release itself, lying useless for too long, craving its maker to look about it splendour
The stone is filled with shards, dripping want for ones touch...but no one can
Its guardian sob with each strike...
Crying within, needing only to free such beauty to the world
But sobs further to know its beauty cannot survive in such a cruel cruel world
Must this soul carry this stone for the rest of its days.
Carrying heavily its beauty like a burden
Hidden from the sight of the world
What must give to have either live
The soul reached with its core
Holding its beauty for the first time
Withstanding the pain it cause, the soul hugged that precious stone
As the soul bled, the stone grew softer
As the soul bled, the light was revealed
As the soul died, the precious stone turned into a flesh heart, beating and living to live
Touch my soul, that's what I need to be a heart again...
1 comment:
clear and heart warming. i too felt as if my "stone" was experiencing a similar transition! a gr8 piece!
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