Stone by the sea

I am the stone by the sea,

bound by the weight of time,

rooted in silence.

You are the wave

a fleeting rhythm of freedom,

born only to return and disappear.

Sometimes you come to me,

touch my stillness

and in that tender collision I remember what it means to feel.

touch my stillness and in that tender collision I remember what it

means to feel. Your touch is a moment of magic it softens

the centuries within me,

teaching me

that even what endures longs to be

moved.

Yet I know

you are not mine to hold.

The sea calls you beyond me and I,

I remain

stone by the sea.

You are the wave a fleeting rhythm of freedom,

born only to return and disappear.

Your touch is a moment of magic it softens the centuries within

me, teaching me that even what endures longs to

be moved. and I,

I remain stone by the sea.