In a long bygone age by generations forgotten,
There was crafted a pillar of stone,
Upon that stone pillar was carved then by masters
The secret of all that is perfect and good.

A thousand days later the nature revolted and the world was
covered with ash,
The only thing standing, seen on the horizon was a single
creation of life,
The stone pillar has come alive.

For years man has sought this relic of ancients
But the stone was ingenious and would not be caught,
So it was that it changed with time and with ages,
But always it was in all meanings complete.

The stone was no longer for now it had feeling,
And of course both its thought and its beauty.

This old legend was told, to me and to others,
By a man on the streets of the city last year,
I remember it now that I'm thinking of you and I'm wandering
whether he knew you too.