Us.
If ever be the stone which casts across
the lake of breathing blue that we have forged
of hasty fingers in a careless toss
from denting sand in rings around our shore
in ripples we should answer in delight
and think not of the stone of our discord
as sparks of brilliance to the waves ignite
and gently break our skin to better things
with our full knowledge or without our sight
As much as settling stones are bound to sting
and shift our sleeping sands to high command
we may as well enjoy the change it brings
to move our comfort zone from where it stands
and set in motion light and cares and rest
upon the breathing blue and shifting sands
for this is not a boulder but a test
to strengthen up devotion at it's peak
a stone to sink and bury, at it's best.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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