ONE
peering into the abyss is child's play
losing balance
tipping tides
sift the swaying feathers before they fall
adamantine shields break their fall
battle-hardened
graciously pardoned
by the figures cut in clay
stone to stone may we return
before the ancients clash
time is saved in an urn
we collect the dusty ash
peering into the abyss is child's play
say the figures cut in clay
TWO
the pages turned like huge stone blocks
slow, heavy, thoughtless
courtyard games and ice cream cones
do not distract me from my peaceful slumber
frozen peaks rummage through the sky
each revelling in their glorious number
thoughtless
thoughts
pillared, sequestered, broken
who knew what lay in store
in those pages
I still turn them like huge stone blocks
THREE
the copper bowls are filled with lore
aeons and aeons ago
staring down the tunnel of the past
brazen by fire and shaped by stone
the mind carries on
memories live in the words of
bones, skulls and dust
they float in the wind
until they sink
then we think
wherever wanderous souls go searching
it will be found
dorado will never die
dust to dust
stone to stone
