The Stonemason
My lady's eyes are blind with smoke
And I must stand and watch her burn
I made her out of stone and oak
My lady's eyes are blind with smoke
And flames are catching on her cloak
I pray to God the wind will turn
My lady's eyes are blind with smoke
And I must stand and watch her burn
I made her out of oak and stone
And blue and red and light and glass
My lady mine and mine alone
I made her out of oak and stone
Of blood and sweat and broken bone
But God has spoken ~ all things pass
I made her out of oak and stone
And blue and red and light and glass
Her smoking beauty burns my eyes
But I will raise her up again
Her ashes fill the Paris skies
Her smoking beauty burns my eyes
Behold the Phoenix! See her rise!
What mysteries God speaks to men
Her smoking beauty burns my eyes
But I will raise her up again
© Gail Foster 16th April 2019
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2019
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