I am the chalk 
And the lines on the page
I am memory
Of books and pens and age
I who stand the test of time
Written in the stone
I am numbers and theory 
Ageless I become

You are the blood and the soil
The cliffs and the sea 
Harsh, like hail
Soft, like the breeze
You are the wind in the sails
You are the butterflies freed

I am hard like glasses
The world in sharp relief
I see the the order so plain
The detail beneath

You are soft and unclear
I can't quite seem to grasp
You're the stars at night time
A mystery shrouded in glass

You are ever changing
I am solid in state
You'll leave me one day in the twilight
And I'll remain here, innate