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An Ode of Stone

I lean on the brink of memory
No tears, no pain or sympathy
A precipice of love to which I’ve ascended
Tumbles over rocks…. now it has ended…

And in the cracks of stone inside
Lies and attempts to which I’ve tried
Oh glorious feelings, oh wondrous find
Why to me, this sight is blind?

And even though the rock was solid
Tell me why it feels so morbid
Chipping away in silenced tones
And fading away… now alone

For this, no mountain to endure
As love itself just allures…
Sparkling sapphires… an envious emerald
This… the chasm to which we’ve fell

And see now in darkened caves
Our vision of love of which we gave
Twisted and chipped like the stone around
Now lays scattered without a sound

You lean on the brink of memory
No tears, no pain or sympathy
A precipice of love that’s ascended
Falls always, if never mended...

…And we stand here on the brink of memory…

Description
An Ode of Stone

I lean on the brink of memory
No tears, no pain or sympathy
A precipice of love to which I’ve ascended
Tumbles over rocks…. now it has ended…

And in the cracks of stone inside
Lies and attempts to which I’ve tried
Oh glorious feelings, oh wondrous find
Why to me, this sight is blind?

And even though the rock was solid
Tell me why it feels so morbid
Chipping away in silenced tones
And fading away… now alone

For this, no mountain to endure
As love itself just allures…
Sparkling sapphires… an envious emerald
This… the chasm to which we’ve fell

And see now in darkened caves
Our vision of love of which we gave
Twisted and chipped like the stone around
Now lays scattered without a sound

You lean on the brink of memory
No tears, no pain or sympathy
A precipice of love that’s ascended
Falls always, if never mended...

…And we stand here on the brink of memory…