the sun had left to light its home,
i swallowed the air with silence
of all the nights to be alone,
how had life lost all its vibrance?
you spoke to me, dear stone,
you did, i know you did,
you hushed my weeping,
caught in sleeping,
gentle whispers warmed my breath
you spoke to me, you did,
i know you did
and i knew not of death
embraced by your indifference,
your granite glory, holy rock
my voice was timid, weary
yours was not
o you proud pillar of destitute
was it you who moved me?
or was it the wind that shook
those filial fingers sprouting from your mount?
i ask you, no i beg, please tell me
dear slab of stone in frenzy
how is it that you spoke to me?
no eyes, no lips, no nose to breathe
and yet you gazed upon my wallows
and yet you knew my soul was hallow
and yet you broke the spine of winter’s back
to open eyes of life i’ve lacked
you spoke to me that night, you did
and yet you said nothing