empty crater
In the quiet hush of ancient stone,
Where time’s caress has carved and shone,
Rocks whisper secrets of ages past,
Each one a story, steadfast, vast.
Oh, how I wish to sift through layers,
To find the sparkle ‘neath life's players,
For hearts, like stones, take form and shape,
In the hands of love, we shine under starlight.
Some rocks are rough, their edges keen,
Much like the souls we’ve never seen;
With shadows cast from battles fought,
Yet, hardened hearts can still be caught.
In valleys deep, where the darkness lurks,
There lies a gem, a love most sweet,
A lapidarian, skilled and wise,
Who polishes dreams ‘til they can rise.
Shall I be granite, strong and bold,
Or softer, like limestone in stories told?
I seek a shimmer, a radiant gaze,
A partner who’ll cherish love’s intricate maze.
For every pebble bears its weight,
And together we navigate the fate
Of rough terrain, where love can bloom,
With each gentle touch, dispelling gloom.
So let us journey, you and I,
Through fields of stones beneath the sky,
In search of the lapidarian to find,
The polished truth that heart defines.
In this quarry of hopes, we'll shape and share
A love unique, beyond compare,
For every rock holds beauty, rare—
And I’ll find my treasure, waiting there.
naive tapir
proven crow
pseudo salmon