Between the grouted stones
Captured to belie the time
Dust from dreamless bones
Earth and sand, air and wind
Flames on lonely mountain
Ghostly ash, the only gift
Hopes cast in a fountain
Ivy climbs the shaded wall
Just to touch the sun
Knotted into tiny cracks
Lyric yarns unspun
Mingled in the cloying green
No trace of guile finds
Open to the changing breeze
Peace and hope unbinds
Quiddity brings reverie
Respite comes in faith
Silence comes in solitude
Truth, it comes in grace
Upward to the shelter trees
Vie the new-born shoots
Wooden to the corpus come
Xyloid to their roots
Years have yet to find me
Zephyr, please remind me
