I am not as I appear
Stories of ice and fire.
My colours fade here, away from my home
Stories from deep within the earth.
Only anoint me in the sea and you will see my true self
Stories of heat and pressure,
Once smooth, featureless, grey
Of torturous change,
Violence tore at my very structure, squeezed me until I wept
Of slow cooling,
My tears still glisten, and trace my scars with brilliance
A condensation of minerals,
I glow with the translucence of accumulated stress
The story of your journey from crucible to mountaintop.
The angles of my fractured existence plain upon my face
The story of your tumbling fall to the sea.
My pain worn smooth from repetition
Tell me your story.
Let me rest now
Your whole story.
Soothed by abrasion
So like mine.
Slowly giving up my identity to the sea