Stone

I was hot then.

I flowed molten into the dark

from his glowing mouth.

He named me from his being:

"I too am Rock."

Brittly my stony voice

tinkled into the wastes

as I slowly cooled. 

Then I out-sat aeons,

my being all patience. 

Now I wait here

poised over darkness

hoarding his wrecked body

Till I become a mouth:

and he speaks a new word into the void.