A matter of time.

Glistening, basking on the rock -turtle

Vanished, not a clue,

Just water and ripples.

Set in Stone.

There -set in stone,

Carved a thousand years ago,

Now a crinkly mirror, aged with time

A weathered lacquer,

Moth infested, and the white ants too.

The paint flaking, to reveal the softness inside

A broken edge, uncovering a lighter shade

Cracked and burnt - charred living

A fuming smell of carbon and rancid death

Of various belongings and keepsakes.

People and things.

The past, peeking.
Of nails and betrayals.

A history, a struggle, a story about love- or loves

There lies my heart, set in stone.