Image born in marble the figure cast in stone
Frozen outline is your prison to rest in silence here alone
Your hair flows around you whilst in sleep among the dead
The sun light bathes your figure but its warmth never stirs you from your bed
Come the night the stars will find you the moon light to reveal your form
Such beauty as you were given is the gift of sculptor's hand in which you were born
I place my hand to your image and I feel the coldness of the stone
This woman who sleeps upon the grave of the person whose name remains unknown