The other side...

Some deemed less precious than the others
lie on the ground collecting sand and powder
the deep blue sea holds a few - precious i.e.
adorns everybody – from politicians to pious
Oh Stone.. how enticing are you!

Sometimes in the memory of a Building, 

of days bygone
as a monument, place of worship & birth
or a few accolades in books for your size and girth
As a toy to my joy – when I filled my pockets
Small stones rattling & jingling, eager to make it to my collection
ah! those days of chaste dream – sometimes space sometimes rockets

Never knew the other side, until I heard the Church bell!
to my man I commit, I trust and love – to share my life
It was that one precious stone on my finger – to make me his wife
The high church was all Stone, stood tall as the town’s pride
for every girl in the town, dreamed standing in there as a bride

To the many in nature, you stand occult
for I have heard some say stone hearted - used as an insult
Such dreary standards man is always known to set
Prejudice in every stage – for pride, pomp and threat
Never will they know nor hear another bell
needs a stone at burial– a stone – to write their name of life spent!
to leave a mark loud enough as if struck by cymbal
Oh Stone, how grave can you be, even in the final event!