The Immortal Stone

The Immortal Stone


The glistening of glass

guarded by metal,wood,or brass

shining brightly,relfecting the sun

stuck into the wall with a nail gun

sitting there everyday

waiting for its master to oneday move it to a new destination

It glistens like a magical stone

reflecting a image of a mortal soul

Every morning I come to it once more

Like always it stands there staring at me

I can't help, but to stare into it

As i stand in front of it, like looking into the sea

I move my hand to the cold stone

It reflects my finger,as if its from another world

Then connected to the finger is a person up aboard

glimmering into my eyes, like a shadow or a ghost



Then years pass by

I once again waddle to it's shining face

When I look into my eyes, they are young and full of heart

But as I look to my skin and bones

They look like they have started to fall apart

Even though I am old and gray

Not a day passes by that makes the immortal stone

fade away.......like I shall