To Jade

Beside piles of rocks she sits and watches

Men toil moving this to that

Beside her He sits and watches

Sands of an hourglass falling grain by grain

The men look up to whistle

Appreciation

A semblance of gratitude for a pretty face

Shedding a bit of its beauty

On a god forsaken place

But her eyes are polished stones of jade

Having rolled in their sockets for too long

Her necklace, chilled by the frigid air

Is warmer than the breast that it rests upon

From those lips that beg for gentle kisses

Escape sighs of an older man

And for a girl who only expresses wistfulness

There is very short demand

No man truly waits with the hope

Of taking her hand and spending

With her his time

No man will really spare a second glance

Or think of eternity of just her

No one, save for the One watching

Waiting as her every breath

Escapes her rising, falling chest

Brings her ever closer