In a land arid and sparse,

A sculptor with nothing to craft

All with his tools, he is alone

Away from his atelier,

In the quest for a stone

 

Wanderlust has taken away by the wind

Thirst persists though he is stubborn to rewind,

Wrapped in the sand, storm blinded his way

Nothing could stop him, he moved on,

In the quest to win his bay

 

Eyes traveled far, aspiring to delight

Seems his travel ceases on that sight,

That painted in blue that gives life,

Shaded in green that reflects lives

White limestone there in between in heights,

Closer he reached, farther it goes

Gained with a sprint, but goes in vain, 

It vanished and made him insane,

With a sigh again he commences,

In the quest for a stone

 

Farther he goes, he felt the vultures

Death looms, to feed and rupture,

His desires taciturn, but strong

Fought a war to survive,

The quest goes along

 

Halfway to realize his dreams

On the foot of a dune, at last, he arrived

In the oasis of hope, where he revived,

The little breeze preen him from his feet,

As a groom, he goes on,

The quest for his better half

 

He could see stones many

Well garnished and shiny, 

But none with soul and all hollow,

Walked on in solo,

The quest for his soul mate

 

Discarded in the dirt, the last stone lies

Covered with mosses and fern away from light

Unseen he stumbled and rammed on that stone

In that pain, he felt her soul,

The quest is done!

 

Cleansed her with his blood

Venerated with the tears he shed

Caressed her; the child of the earth

Untied his desires, slowly and lovely

To carve this beauty, lost lady-love

 

The lady he loved, still a stone, carved out.

Still, he bleeds, no more life to see her alive

Heard her voice, whispers of leaves?

He opened his eyes, there she is!

Ladylove took his head on her lap

They kissed till the last gasp,

Merging their soul, they turned to stone,

The lament ends, dissolving to the earth