Upon the Stone
The Earthen rock that beckons me by name
Shall keep my chamber guarded free
Alabaster and jade erode in shame
But stands to protest a place for me
For on the Earthen grounds, I rot
I am cast into the shadows seeking light
A cadaver that stiffens, I have fought
I cannot see through stolid eyes of filmy white
Where is the beauty that beckoned me
That song of white and winds
Was it a but a cryptic entity
And to jaunt as in death it sends?
Oh, pale aggregate of underexposed lies, smote
An embalming gleam in your eyes, smote!
Copyright © Jeanette Ozee | Year Posted 2006
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