"A Prayer from the Stone People" poem

 This world has changed

And though my eyes be stone

And still

They watch as seasons

Come and go

As trails and roads

Turn forgotten

If my mouth could but open

I would ask the world

Where have the travelers gone?

Though I cannot move

I will gladly stay

I will gladly sit and watch

And wait

Until they are allowed 

To taste the sun again

I can wait forever

Until they wander my way 

Once more.