The riverside rock
Bemoans its mute existence
Dry days lie in tatters
Uncertainty lurks behind
Iron-black nights

Through deep shadows
In its eyes
The stone watches
The riverbank come to life
As lovers nestle
In the shelter of darkness
Between walls of the winds

Burbling waters wind their way
Past the mute riverside stone
Touching teasing
Sometimes mocking

Time arrives, beckons, summons
In a momentary lapse of reason
The stone uproots itself
To embark upon
Its course of destiny
Obliging time

Forging desires, it races ahead
In search of new land
Where stones too can smile