Once When I was Stone

When I was stone
I wanted to be more than I am
Wanted to be more than perfect
in this imperfect world

A knight
Reflected in a polished shield
or perhaps a saint
Growing pale
then white
then iridescent
In the forests of darken intent
Crows call out
to one another
He comes
he comes

Beneath the trees
Serpents flicking in and out
from under ever rock
Forests filled with the hiss whispering of
legions of leathery dragons on the wing

Sparks and spatter
thunder and lightning
Beautiful and frightening
rainbows that cut
The earth trembles where I stand
and the stones learn to speak

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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