Tagged: rock


There is a hard reality found in the marbled
sinews of stone,
a bitter grain left sharp or worn smooth,
depending on its story,
harsh and stoic and immovable-
castles have been constructed using them…
foundations have crumbled as a result of them…
yet they are scattered about every trail,
every road,
every winding path,
real and present and true-
each with a story of its own to tell*

-G. Boston


I dreamed of you again, but
this time you didn’t return with
I asked the sun where you were,
and the moon…
they only smiled and pointed
in all directions-
everywhere, they silently implied-
I looked around then, and saw you
in the ruggedness of the rocks,
resilient and strong and robust,
your cracks a beautiful disturbance..
I saw you in the elegance of the trees,
the wind dancing through the leaves
like fingers through your hair,
your shape made lovely by the
lines of your growth-
I saw you in the sky,
an ever evolving painting
whose brilliance knows no end-
I asked the sun where you were, and the
moon…they smiled, and so did I.

-G. Boston