Green Stones

Eyes of green stone,
Like an unknown planet
Carved by three types of tone
Fire, wisdom and granite
A heart in return: alas no
For love is not fashioned by rock
It is hard, and often a fearful foe,
It changes like hands on a clock
Oh! but how it feels in your palms
How it soothes, how it calms,
I appreciate the kisses, the hold
But I love for the laughter and smiles
It will never grow too old,
For now I will wonder the aisles
And put your heart on loan
In my pocket and wonder,
Those silly eyes of green stone.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s