Stones So Cold

Oh what dreams beneath these stones do lie,

which sprang forth of hope, from the living in life.

Oh now, if these stones could only sing,

How many sonnets of love and loss would they bring?

For there are works untold

Which lie beneath these stones of cold,

And the words that were never said,

Will stay forever with the dead.

So speak up now

and unto this day create,

For when beneath these stones so cold you lay,

It dear one, will be too late.

So let not a single day go by,

That you not speak openly of your love for life.

And teach this to those all around,

That they too may be fulfilled 

Before their time comes

to be planted beneath this ground.

For life is grand,

No matter the day,

Be it in duress

Or lingering pain.

Oh, how I thank Him

For every breath I take,

For to not say anything

Would be a fatal mistake.

How sweet is this thing, we call life

J. Allen Wilson © 2004