I've Fallen for a Granite Stone

A poem of love and sorrow

I’m deeply falling
for a granite stone
that sits in a forest
sad and alone.

He sits and sits, stolid and shy.
He's built walls of tough hide.
I'm only plain water that rushes in the stream
pebbles I smooth to a youthful gleam


I whisper thoughts as a burbling brook
As morning dew, I take in his every look
I float with delicate crystal cage.
A snowflake dancing to entertain
I hover in the existing fog
secret-telling in the smog

But, alas, to no avail.

The rock stands alone and cold
Ignores the pleadings I carefully mold
My heart breaks and shrivels inside
when, by the stone, I am denied.

And so I fall from the sky
A raindrop so sorrowful, a sign.
For how could a stone ever see
anything in a simple tear like me.