Rock Me Poem by RIC BASTASA

because you fear me
and i fear you too
because we are afraid what happens next
in that farther place
we finally stopped molding more words
for our mouths to sculpt
we smoothed the edges of silence
like a jewelry for brides
we admire its gloss
its glaze that to no end
have amazed our very eyes

that is its beginning but fear like all other
stories and novels shall end

i sit here looking at you pass me by
i have no expectations of suns and moons
i am learning the art of rocks and stones
it is my silence and hardness that shall speak for me
i am rooted without branches
i shall bear fruits without those leaves