Song of Stone

 

Song of Stone

 

She groans.

Beneath your feet, deep in her bones,

Her cries on sour winds are blown,

Poison on every street is sown,

The blame most dour is well known,

She groans.

 

Alone.

Far from warming father thrown,

Flung through freezing space she’s flown,

Unseeing eyes on her face have grown,

Out here singing her song of stone,

Alone…

 

She sings her pain,

With every bone.

This longest sorrow,

This mother’s moan.

Does she call,

Does she disown?

Have you heard –

The Song of Stone?

 

Bear on,

She’s sung to her moon so long,

Singing of millennia gone.

How many nights, how many dawns?

How thinly is her patience drawn?

Bears on.

 

Belong.

The multitude of beings throng.

Their instinct lives in the song,

How did man get so headstrong,

How do we hear the tune so wrong,

Belong.

 

She sings her pain,

With every bone.

This longest sorrow,

This mother’s moan.

Does she call,

Does she disown?

Have you heard –

The Song of Stone?

 

Beneath the soil,

The long toil,

Yet we spoil,

Does vengeance coil?

 

She sings her pain,

With every bone.

This longest sorrow,

This mother’s moan.

Does she call,

Does she disown?

Have you heard –

The Song of Stone?

 

She groans.

Beneath your feet, deep in her bones,

Her cries on sour winds are blown,

Poison on every street is sown,

The blame most dour is well known,

She groans.

 

Cliff Lake 8/18/2025

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