By deevaa
Date: 13 July 2000
Word whispers on stone
While in Ohio
we found
this wonderful store
it dealt in things for your spirit.
and spent a long time --
exploring the shelves,
searching
for that perfect something
to capture the moment
something to take with me
to record this moment in time.
Nestled beside a
Zen garden,
I was drawn to
a beautiful flat rock --
at one end a hollow
filled with water
and
laying,
casually across the stone --
as if forgotten by
an owner in haste,
a paint brush.
Dipping the brush in the water,
I began to write
the brush whispering against the stone,
I could almost hear
the words, as I scrawled them.
Word whispers
leaving a shiny trail
on the dull, grey surface.
soon, it would dry again --
leaving no trace
that I was there --
that my words had even existed.
I picked up the tiny card
"learn, my child,
no matter how beautiful your creation
nothing is more permanent
than
water whispering on stone"
My words whispered
I love you
but I left the store with nothing more
than
a memory
and
this lesson
two things more valuable
than a dusty keepsake
I learnt
my love lasts
but I am but water
whispering on stone.
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