Stone

I am a stone.
My sister the Moon hangs heavy in the night skies.
I roll and roll, dark and coarse,
As she watches me with eternal eyes.

I am a stone.

Gathered by coincidence, I roll and roll

As my sister the Moon's silver light pours

My purpose, the steady stream of recall.

I am a stone.

Coincidence rolls and rolls my darkness smooth.

In the silver stream of remembering,

My growing light reflects the flaxen Moon's.

I am a stone.

My sister the Moon hangs heavy in the night skies.

I roll and roll, smooth and bright

As she watches me with eternal eyes.