| As I wait,
Trees rise, and wither, and stones turn to stone, but still I wait, with iron eyes,- you will come. |
Copyright ©2008 Ashi Shadow 7/22/08
* iron didn't seem perfect, but nothing else seemed to be. "Ore" seemed closer in some ways but didn't seem right. Really meant something like stone.
This poem is actually about endless trust.
Sponge: I'll be right back, Love.
Me: Ok, I'll wait here, for a long time.
Spongey suggested Slate, but I still think it's imperfect, but it fulfills a lot of what I wanted, still I'll stick with iron for now because I think that Slate has its own problems even though it's more accurate. Maybe "iron eyes of slate" or some such thing.