Stony Corner

At waters edge he stands

Atop the moss and peat

The tension starts to leave his hands

as calm laps at his feet

A willow stretches through the sky

To shade this quiet place

A refuge tucked in natures heart

That knows not time nor space

The clear blue stream flows day and night

As leaves fall to adorn her 

A name revealed when kissed by light

He calls her "Stony Corner"

For like the stones made smooth by travel

The boy has landed here

In times when life starts to unravel

and love fades into fear

The willow speaks through wind and rustle

the boy, he understands

Her words are clear - albeit subtle

she beckons for his hand

And with a plunge, he reaches deep

beneath the glassy pool

His eyes which once were made to weep 

Now glazed calm and cool

For in his fist he holds not stone

But memories of pain

Their callous growth wash from his bones

And through his feet they drain

The stage is set as birds look on

Perched high up in the Forrest

This theatre formed in natures' round

Send praises from the chorus

With arm coiled back, he plants his step

tension built from life's drama

Now finds resolution in waters depths

As curtains fall on the opera 

And still he stands, at waters edge

No roses at his feet

But beauty felt by letting go

Does surely smell as sweet 

As time persists - turns boy to man

bring lessons to be learned

The stream may dry, rocks turn to sand

And willow someday burned

Fear not, my friends, for none of this

Can ebb heaven and boy apart -

For in our minds lay natures kiss

Her water laps at our hearts.