The Still Standing Stone

THE STILL STANDING STONE ------------------------ I stopped, then stared As its waters dropped Descending delicately As a fountain's flood If parched from thirst Would have timelessly Tasted the drink Sipping slowly the drops Dripping from the sink The swift and steady slips Dipped into a circular creek As a faucet would fill The rounded ring of a tub OH!!! How sedate the rock sat Gushing clear/crystal streams Who loudly called me though lipless With the sweetest of sounds Ironic how once a man With rod tapped a boulder Bursting open a blast Of rivers rushing over Not a carnal claim To coincide or exclaim How a resting reef Could rise the recollection To relish revelation through The streaming sounds Swift and steadily sliding From a sloping stone That the royal rock Who rinsed three million mouths Could remind me so rapidly It reigns to revive Still it stands as I sawest it Wading well and alive ~Poetra Jah~