Painted Stones... Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska

Oh stones, the eyes and harts of these rocks!
Your beauty won't cease, not for million years...
I look into your soul, hearing ticking clocks
inlaid by time on your hilly stairs...

And the time is the king of the stony art
as its brush has touched your every pore,
fed with blotches of grey your every part,
added touch of red sand, then green hues galore...

This motley of mystery so subtly adorned
by ivy festoons that yearn to touch the sky,
turned to stones all faces which have ever scorned
at your grandeur spread in heaven so far and so high...

I've looked upon your shoulders - beds of your glory
where the history in its arms hides the glow
of a mighty sword which reflects its story
onto the inclined trees' crowns, as to you they bow...