The Life of Stone

Forming, relaxed
Like a mountain expanding, leisurely,
Deliberately.

Brought to light, uncovered
From the world of darkness and conveyed
To light.

Ink blotches over parchment,
The expansion of splotches through stone – frozen
Forever.

The struggle of shades, dots;
Imperfect but
Flawless.

Colours immaterial, the stone
Unique. Special. Yet
Different.

Time, age, creeping –
Like mould over bread – and eventually,
Rubble.

Just rubble.
Dust.