I am the pillar of stone and the babbling brook,
I wonder how long before I become the golden grains of the desert,
I hear the river of time flowing through the eons,
I see the cracks of time shooting through the crag,
I want the climbers to find another mountain,
I am the pillar of stone and the babbling brook.
I pretend the fractures in the stone were not the products of the travellers,
I feel the pounding feet on my mind,
I touch the boulders that divert the river,
I worry I will soon be nothing but sand,
I cry because the sands of time obscure my vision,
I am the pillar of stone and the babbling brook.
I understand the importance of the mountain,
I say the brook won't change a thing,
I dream of a mountain at peace and undisturbed,
I try and resist the pull of the river,
I hope that soon the climbers will become pillars,
I am pillar of stone and the babbling brook.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of Poetic Attempts
PoetryAssorted poems written by yours truly. I'll try and add a new poem every week or two and we'll see where it goes from there. There's no theme to the poems just whatever is on my mind at any one point and inspired me to write.
