1 September 2012
Great brown oaks guard this rock,
A shining smooth, silvery block,
Lying deep in the forest of old,
Veins surround, running with gold,
Beating with the pulse of the earth,
Occasionally burning in glowing rebirth,
Really only protected by its depth,
And the scale of the limestone's breadth,
She waits, blissfully in the forest calm,
Long silk red dress and open palms,
The owner of this rock, she listens,
As the night's mist glistens like prisms,
Her bright eyes search the dark,
Waiting, a-top her limestone heart.
Heart of Stone • Opuss № I