Stone Dreams

The stones of the earth are but hardened hearts
Preserved through loss of love
Flames burn and die, but coldness endures
We all can feel it
Every day a little colder, a little dimmer
But we still dream -- every stone dreams
Asleep, we remember
The heart that was once is again, pulsing and warm
The love, the pain, both felt as intensely as ever
The contrast is striking
In death it is the stone face of grief
In age it is the chill of bones
These stones, each still haunted upon awakening
By the black horse or fading light of hope
Dreams are immune to the enervation of time

Neal Tibrewala 8/18/05