Sunday, August 09, 2009

Exiled into Memory

bones and beads
standing stones
are sentries of the passing
as the sand and rain
wash the slates clean
the river floods
thunder throws me back
to center
driving me down into the cave
that lies within me
where I silently leave offerings
to the Old Ones and Ancestors
and those of future days
drawing memories
on the walls
of my mind