Slipped out in my nightware to see my man of stone.
I know he whispered my name,
I knew that hardness matched my soul.
One night ,one lifetime told,
of the secret so far below
my lips had never spoke.
I begged he take me deep within
his mountain granite tomb.
His eyes glazed over, the ground shook,
My man was making room.
We would be forever silent, unapproachable,
hidden among gnarled trees,
the moist decay with which we’ll feed.
No more our hearts will break
or fear it’s bitter regret
soon enough those we knew
have only to forget.
Ella -2012 straight from my camera.