How can I not change My Love?

Do I not breathe with the Earth’s great breath?

Do the seasons not cast their whims about me?

As blossoms in a storm so my musings and footsteps take me

Should I be as one of stone, to satisfy your heart's fickle craving?

A carving cast in cold purest marble

To decorate your garden of delights

If that be so My Love

Let the vines grow up to meet me, let the mosses come now forth

Let the Earth take my marble heart back into Her loving breast

Let the winds cast me down and the Sun's cruel eye bring me to dust

So I may float again My Love upon the breezes

So I may catch your eye and hold it

In the liquid beauty of changeable life

                          - Chris Getz