Stalks us
Like a cat
Or a griffin, perhaps
A gargoyle poised
On each vaulted and crumbling
Precipice
A reminding presence
Of the hstory
Constructed in tiny pieces
Of loss
Our Quiet
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Monthly Archives: July 2012
Marble fragile?
I trace the veins
Once mined
Once quarried
Hewn from the ancient
Stone
Who would have known
Stone
Could be fragile
Indelibly etched
Like a lover’
s face
Lines traced
With the tips of my fingers
map a course across the rock/across the polished surface
That separates
You from me
Like myth from the living
Truth
Carrying Light 