Dead Stone
The marble being dead then why does energy surge through my soul and my heart becomes inflamed
Cold lifeless hard but still waves of love assail most gentle as a mantle it ascends within its cloak genius
Breaks all norms the brain mysteriously charged down it flows through shoulders arms and at last in
Fingers you caress with voice you speak of its promise you hold it with a hard look that matches its
Own hard exterior but deep within the softest pulse beat is felt creative desire takes it’s first faltering
Steps heart of flesh seized by the stones hidden riches blindness drops away as powerful tantalizing
Sight holds you there is no release from its grip this will only occur after you have rendered and freed
The statue within after an arduous labor of love a young women will stand before you her place in the
World will be varied but always extraordinary your personal vision you see her set within a grotto that opens to a open air couryard where
Lovers stroll especially at night with amber lights low assisted by the great enhancement of loves
Singular powerful beams silver moonlight it strikes her they fall to revered silence already in intense
Moods that flow with the softest feelings all aglow now breath taking in holy hushes they hold hands
Whisper words that the depths of the heart only can utter mesmerizing privilege is observed on their
Collected countenance made by the powerful visual impression they feel she being lifeless although
Gives greatest testament to life and true possible expectation the sculpture went beyond known regions
Of expression he unknowingly passed into sacred dreams and touched the heart of the impossible and
Then cast it in the unlikeliest reality marble stone.