STILL BORN

Sleepy stones
In stillness
Purge residue
Of all remains
Which mark
The mask of life
with force
And strength alive

Breeze buzzing
Deem to awaken
An impressionist
And Sun, Moon
Water and Earth
Comes to fore
In the rescue

Enlivened by its
Own presence
One could hear
The foot steps of
Galloping dreams

Better are days
In all wonder
Stones capture
The essence, in
Stillness live

What else
And what use
The life,
Reborn to
Sleepy stones.
In still born
Death was living
Alive!