A tabular mass, massive, indifferent
ancient and timeless
begins its journey down the frozen styx
silent, contemplative and shy
reflects on the endless passage of time
carved free from its icy chains
waiting quietly in a discarded line
for the beguiling embrace of the rising tide
feels the first sign of tainted briny breath
arms out reached, broad and wide
beckon an invitation to come along
on a mystical carpet ride
to the warm embrace of the sun
the fresh flow of its distant youth
soften the salt parched throat
to quench the insatiable and maddening thirst
of the silent waiting beast
