The Stone Buddha

Who is that stone Buddha in the winter rain
Waiting for the sun to come and ease the pain
Standing in the storm so silent and so still
Underneath the skies on this empty hill
Eyes that see the sorrow of a thousand years
Raindrops falling gently like a poet's tears
Hands that hold no burden from this world so vain
Who is that stone Buddha in the winter rain
Mystery in granite etched by the wind and time
Echoes of the ages hum a wordless rhyme
Who is he to linger neath the cloudy veil
Silent as the midnight stars that never fail
Lost within the whispers of a cold
Gray dawn
Thoughts that drift like smoke before the light is gone
Waiting for a moment that will never be
Caught between the raindrops of a memory
Mystery in granite etched by the wind and time
Echoes of the ages hum a wordless rhyme
Who is he to linger neath the cloudy veil
Silent as the midnight stars that never fail
Staring out through lifetimes nothing left to say
Frozen in a story's end where shadows play
Ancient as the mountains weathered by the years
Who is that stone Buddha washed in winter tears