Heart of a Statue

Can it beat,
Do you think,
The heart of a Statue?

Can it feel,
Do you know,
The heart of a Statue?

The heart of a statue
Destined to be alone,
Made of stone,
Lying hidden
In the shadows
Of deep dark hollows
Of the forgotten statue,

Can't beat, can't feel.
Although it longs,
To be touched.
For there was
A prophecy:
Aeons hence
A golden touch
Will make the heart
Of the stone sculpture

Twinkle like the brightest star,
Emerge from the curse,
Of a lonely journey
And beat again
For it's beloved,
Feel again
The sweet love,
Of the flower fae,
Wandering the woods,
Through nights and days,
For years, ages, epochs and aeons.