Stone

My stone
My rock
As black as obsidian
As cold as Pluto
Inside my geometric shape
The wind blows soft
moaning and rolling
The sun is always at twilight
The gray grass is coated
with soft dew
It sways gently.
The world around me
turning and turning.
I am alone, in my quiet world.
Listen to the wind
it whispers secrets to the
rolling hills of grass.
I lay on the fertile land
and see the visions of the clouds
turning and turning.
My eyes close of their own accord
and the wind sings me to sleep.
The grass folds over my slumbering form
protecting me, holding me gently.
The world is still dim
The wind still blows
The grass bends gently with it's dew
I see the clouds once again
I stretch my arms
stand slowly
taking in the twilight world that is my stone.
But outside my stone
my rock
my geometric shape
The world is
turning and turning.


Poem I wrote for Godshall, I think it turned out well ^^