Cold stones prevail
In early morning air
Waiting for the time
To seize the day.
Silent somber solace
In this quiet dawn
As thoughts settle down
Into a beginning.

Cold stones touch,
Touch my soul
As if some ghost
Were high on some wall
In a Danish castle.
The cold stones bring
No warmth, no comfort
Questioning our existence
As thoughts carry forth
Into oblivion.

04/16/2005

Posted on 06/17/2006
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