Marble goddess
They say you are dead but I hear your message
I feel your tears as you moan the previous age
Oh solemn watcher and you eternal thinker
When will you wake from your slumber
I see you as you stand watch over us
Brooding and considering
Are we yet worthy of your wisdom
are we yet to see and feel you
To the touch you are cold
To the elements you are immune
I hear you sprite of a bygone age
I wish you would tell me what you have seen and heard
Oh marble goddess
