All I have is made of marble,
Long ago turned into sand,
Do you still know where to find me?
Do you still know who I am?
Here I’ve hidden under willow,
Stone and moss and maple leaf,
I rest within an earthen hollow,
Though I’d not have chosen sleep,
Far beyond the scope of measure,
Every day becomes the same,
Just as I- your lot will hold you,
All that’s left- a strangers name.