Woman of Stone

She finds her genius to be
a lonely state of mind.
So she’s built a barricade
with thorns and wire entwined.
Locked away with her papers and books
making eyes at the mirror, that ignores her looks…
That woman of stone
she’s a lady all alone
woman of stone.

She walked boldly to the precipice
Where no-one before had gone.
There she threw her passion away,
into the the darkness beyond.
Now only through careful analysis
has she learned how to laugh, to hold and kiss…
That woman of stone
she’s a lady all alone
woman of stone.

Woman of stone threw her desire into the void.
Only tiny sparks aflicker, tell her she’s not yet destroyed
But before she’s enslaved by sleep
in the middle of her lonely nights,
she must ensure the sparks are buried so deep
that the wind can’t fan them all alight.

Nothing is missed
by her sharp omniscient eye,
she sees right through the faker’s smile
and watches the jokers cry.
but her autistic filter is never removed,
solipsistic nature remains unmoved. Woman of Stone
a lady all alone
woman of stone.

Only the eyes of her reflection
have seen what she has seen.
Only the young girl’s image knows
where she goes in her dreams,
to regret or entomb what remains of her womb; winter flowers or corpse to exhume?
The woman of stone
she’s a lady all alone
that woman of stone.