Standing Stones 2o16
by preacher/traction
life is but ash
quiet songs for standing stones
music playing within our hearts
in temples made of dying bones
life is but dust
it scatters in the coming fall
monuments of dying flesh
eyes too blind to see it all
life is but smoke
our hands are the fire, burning
outstreched palms reaching out
towards the sky thats always turning
around and around and around and around
life is but snow
winters leave their bitter trace
hand in hand in dark we shine and glow
stand firm in this godforsaken place