One Gray Stone
Quietly I wait,
thin,
round,
I hold the perfect shape
To be the one
chosen,
if only to be picked
I'll promise you
my wanderer
you worries I shall fix
With thrusting speed and gracious flight
a great release I await
a simple flick of thy wrist
and across the waters' I'll skate
I'll sail so free in dancing steps
with murmurous whispers I'll sing
In flight I'll ease your weary mind
then beneath the waters' I'll sink
A peaceful day is all I'll leave
as rippling dreams float free
I am that stone
of simple beauty
in silence
I sit and wait....
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Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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