Stonemanson

To you, Stonemason
Who rocks me to sleep
& awakes the tired stones
Gently kissing my bones
Caressing the cosmos in between
Jeweled eclipses, on my cheeks

Who hands me simplicity
& twists the carved shapes
Calmly mending my drapes
Admiring the ornamental galaxy
Adorned planets, on my waist

Who tools me with wisdom
& splits the rotted veins
Clumsily retaining my chains
Incising the domed starry beauty
Engraved nebulas, on my feet