I am a Stone

The morning breeze brings your
cool scent through the cracked window,
Dousing my furrowed brow with
the calming love you bring.

My mind fills with noble flowers
standing proud at the head of a cliff,
Staring down at the waves that
caress your distant island,

And I, I am a weathered stone,
Carried by the rampant tides,
Swimming from the dark grey north
with uncouth English debris,

Impure and in love
with a girl from afar.

i am a stone

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