Statue By the River
A stone white statue was built
by someone on the banks of
the foggy river by the pines
The statue was sitting on a
wooden bench,
the way it was built
white as snow and lone as the artic
The day came, that i saw
A man sitting there with the
statue of a lady, white as snow
and lone as the artic
A distant view i had of them
He held her hand as if
trying to get a part of her
sadness...whilst looking at a
pale eye with a dead stare
I thought to myself
why the sculptor made this,
if to e left lonely by the banks
The man talked and spend time with her
in a way as if she was alive
by each day the pale woman was more and more alive
I had seen him laughing with her
I had seen him contemplating
the beauty of the foggy river with her
The day came i saw him on her lap
resting his head while crying
as she moved her fingers through his fine light hair
That day she was more human than any of us coukd ever be...
Feeling ones pain and sitting there in scilence,
contemplating, it was more human than any godily miracle
I gazed upon my hand,
to see me holding the statue the other day
looking at a pale eye with a dead stare....
a drop of tear
of joy
of completion
Now i know why the sculptor built this..,
not to e left lonely y the anks of the foggy river
But,
for the ones who are left lonely
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 9:03 AM UTC
Statue By the River
A stone white statue was built
by someone on the banks of
the foggy river by the pines
The statue was sitting on a
wooden bench,
the way it was built
white as snow and lone as the artic
The day came, that i saw
A man sitting there with the
statue of a lady, white as snow
and lone as the artic
A distant view i had of them
He held her hand as if
trying to get a part of her
sadness...whilst looking at a
pale eye with a dead stare
I thought to myself
why the sculptor made this,
if to e left lonely by the banks
The man talked and spend time with her
in a way as if she was alive
by each day the pale woman was more and more alive
I had seen him laughing with her
I had seen him contemplating
the beauty of the foggy river with her
The day came i saw him on her lap
resting his head while crying
as she moved her fingers through his fine light hair
That day she was more human than any of us coukd ever be...
Feeling ones pain and sitting there in scilence,
contemplating, it was more human than any godily miracle
I gazed upon my hand,
to see me holding the statue the other day
looking at a pale eye with a dead stare....
a drop of tear
of joy
of completion
Now i know why the sculptor built this..,
not to e left lonely y the anks of the foggy river
But,
for the ones who are left lonely
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