Lines in the Sand


Weighting stones are wound about

this wary place we call the heart

they carry the scars of aged earth

replete with stories given birth

in days and tales from long ago

and buried in wormhole of the soul

to vanish there or so it seems

yet surfacing in darkest dreams

then shining down on faerie faces

turned ever inward in faint traces

of who we once had hoped to be

in sweet and silent company

with one who also knows the way

along this path in shades of gray

copyright r.b.franklin 27/12/06

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