~ And the Rocks Cried Out ~

Who can say the reason,
Who can know the why-
My heart bleeds with granite tears
As love erodes and dies.

My heart beats like a solid stone
With pummeled bits of sand,
Breaking off in pebbled flecks,
Then shaken from your hand.

My mica colored, shining dreams
Are carried by the wind
To scatter to a far-off place
Where love can never end.

But from the bedrock of my soul
Gray limestone prints abound
Fossilized forever there,
Where once our love was found…

Sharon Frye © 2005
Heroes Of The Heart

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