a stairway -
concrete caked into a chipped channel -
carries the last light lent of day.
through faded gray contours -
cast with cracked, soiled hands of men
forgot with time's tick, tock, tick, tock -
travels the music of movement.
unsettled by stillness now -
present path of cradled memories
mixed and muddled, but missed -
it rests beneath the cool ground
merely mourning the melodies of men.
a stairway -
quiet and numb, lost but in place -
hums the history of human passing.
No comments:
Post a Comment