Sunday, July 22, 2012


Every Heartstone
Is cast away alone.
Swallowed in a dream,
Carried by the stream:
A crimson flash!
Wrinkles that splash
Like a dying moon,
Or ephemeral tune,
Mature and pass
Against bright shore grass.

The water is wide
Hiding the past inside,
A History of Heartstones
Beyond what thrown;
Beyond size, shape, color
And distinctive marker,
The ties between shadows
Where light truly glows,
The unseen tragedy
Of collective memory.

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