In Dark Times
In dark times
The eye begins to see
At the edges of the morning
The scents of the dew
Carried into this tomorrow
From yesterday's memory
The rocks forming outlines
Taking shapes of ancient beasts
Groaning under their weight
Silently, grey and dark
They awaken without thinking
Never having dreamed
As I have dreamt of them
Yea, they have haunted my steps
But still I chose them
They have been my lovers
Surrounding me with cold comfort
Such comfort as can mindlessness
Muster ancient from this earth
The trees with yellowness leaves
Dream their colors in their Fall
But discarding them aside in Winter
Forget their past and give away their skin
The stones never knew color
Never known what I have known
The trees may tell their tales well
But they disown what they know in sleep
The rock is more constant
And seeking verity
Forgetting myself
I have turned grey as well
Being no tree.
