Song for a Stone

You are at the bottom of my mind

like a stone dropped once by chance in a pool

to the black belied

by a surface ruled

by a total reflection of sky.

I do not have the know of your want or why,

I do not have the know of your way.

I have only the flow

of the come what may

in the light to the front of my liquid eye.

But you have put a sadness in the blue-

green waters of my mind

for as long as we both may live.

For your time is not of the colour of mine

and the name that is on you cannot be written

over these lips in love.

-- Colette Bryce