[today]Nov 16th, 2006 1:00:41 am - Subscribe

A rock
stands,

out in
the sea:

proud and
unyeilding.

You
and I -

this is my
rock island.

No sea-storm
can destroy us -

though time
and water

may wash
it away

and erode
strength into sand -

no force
of nature

can conquer it
completely.

From stone
to sand,

and sand
to glass;

we will hold
the cycle -

from ocean
into fire -

forever.

[I am]quite exhausted.
[inspiration]partly love and partly a big rock.