Sleep well my friend,
You have no body to scratch,
stretch to cover and curves to curl
In your raids of slumber.
The wetting wave will
Not wake you
Water will not seek your nose
Nor eyes open to the mystery
of stars and tears.
Sleep well my friend
And thank the face of stone,
Sleep well and thank that heart of stone,
Sleep well for a hundred years
And wake up fresh with a shine all over.
No wrinkles, old age or
Lost gallop of youth.
You stay the same around your kind
I sit atop a stone alone
And see the cruel rush of time.
