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                        stONE


  You were My Pillar of Strength in a lonely Void,
  Lost in a Realm of Make Believe where Insane Thoughts had Toyed.
  My Rock, My Hard Place, You stood beside Me when All other Mountains Fail,
  Valleys full of Empty Sadness where Tears ran Rivers, that drowned My Soul within a Windswept Gail.
  Without You at My Back I battle the Air that I Breath, It swirls about Me to Take away My only Friend,
  That which I inhaled to Keep Me Alive, joined in a Single Lung that for so very Long My Life would Depend.
  I had Hoped You might feel the Same, I who could Walk around You in Pride,
  Never leaving You as My Shadow might try, only to Return beneath Your Shade at Night.
  The Grasslands may Call to Me, and I know deep down You would also await My Return,
  But, the Separation becomes too much to Bare, beneath Your Clay I was molded, in Your Stone gaze I Learned.
  A Pebble at Your Feet so Small, a Blade of Grass that grew to Envy,
  Moss that attempted to Climb to Your Great Heights, to Spy upon the World in which You See.
  Some Day I know I must make the Journey, a Toddler that leaves His Parent Behind,
  A Stone cast into the River of My Sorrow, My Soul refilled by the Memory of the Stature that Your Obelisk shall ever Remind.
  In the Ripple of Time I Skip!