The stone
stood its ground.
And waited
for me to run
after it. . .
it had flown through the sky
attached to my cry.
Now it was asleep
in the sun
wrapped in its own
silence.
I grasped it
in a fist.
Let my warmth
enter it.
Then spoke to the stone
in the littlest of sound.
"Stone.?" I addressed it
"Do you want to fly
again into the blue
of summer?"
The stone gave a little shadow
of a smile.
I took that
for its: "yeSSSS!"
My hand flung it
to the far away.
Then: raced after
its parabola.
Time chased me
to a tree with a bird
trapped inside
its song.
My stone lay
at the tree's feet
awaiting the next
throw. .
This world
of two
when friend stone
and I
played
with forever.
The great big blue
smiling with all of its summer.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
The stone
stood its ground.
And waited
for me to run
after it. . .
it had flown through the sky
attached to my cry.
Now it was asleep
in the sun
wrapped in its own
silence.
I grasped it
in a fist.
Let my warmth
enter it.
Then spoke to the stone
in the littlest of sound.
"Stone.?" I addressed it
"Do you want to fly
again into the blue
of summer?"
The stone gave a little shadow
of a smile.
I took that
for its: "yeSSSS!"
My hand flung it
to the far away.
Then: raced after
its parabola.
Time chased me
to a tree with a bird
trapped inside
its song.
My stone lay
at the tree's feet
awaiting the next
throw. .
This world
of two
when friend stone
and I
played
with forever.
The great big blue
smiling with all of its summer.
