The Stone

 
“The Stone”

How am I to move The Stone you cannot raise?
Can you and I create what cannot be undone?
Have you died, or do the walls confine you?
Do they imprison you, who cannot be imprisoned?
Though, it is in the prison you were found…
In a ray of light, stalking the shadows that soothed me.
You sang where others merely had whispered,
You said I had made this, The Stone
And that it was I who must lie beneath it.

In this cell is the way to stop Your heart.
You say you want me listen to Nothingness…
Here, you say I should be free of The Word…
Then, why do You speak it from Your grave in the sky?
Is it because You are part of me…
…or is it that I am The Stone?

And I’m sorry I begged you to take it away,
I’m so sorry I longed for you to make it stop.
When you walked beside me, I was blinded
By the stars you offered…
The stars were broken when I took them…
I’m sorry!
I’m so sorry!
I let them die when I saw you no more.

Your heart remains inside of me,
The blood that feeds it is foul,
And unworthy of those fires
You gave me in parting—
That I allowed to fade
Under guise of my orisons
That here beneath The Stone
You would let me die.

© 2023 Marten Hoyle