I stand like the weathered stone upon the oceans shore
Waves beating upon me day after night by the will of heavenly bodies above
But still I stand
Welcoming the torrent of storm and surf as it washes away the stains the tide has left upon me
Leaving me cleansed anew for the trials and beauty of the marrow
And still I stand
Until time eventually erodes me and nothing is left but sand,
Unchained to be swept away by ocean currents
Carried into endless depths and laid to rest among those who have gone before me into its mystery
Yet still will I have existed
Marked by my absence of where I once stood upon the ocean shore
Weathered and ever changing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem