Pillars of Trust

 The echoes of the city, they slowly fade with time...
There beyond the meadows... locked within the vines...

Streams of sunlight bearing down

This place that once was mine.

Here the ancient pillars stand, holding up the wall...

Carved into the weathered stone... are records of my fall..

And faded is the mirror there

With an image one can't recall.

Papers cast upon the stone, beside a pool of water...

Letters written long ago... the pain that I begot her...

And even as it fades away

Yet again it stirs...

To remind me not to bring my sorrow

Back beyond that wall.

Looking up the footprints fall, across a field of mud...

Washing in... the memories play, of the times before the flood...

A bird, it picks at crumbs of what

Was shared in heart and blood.

Where the faded footprints pass, is a mystery in my mind...

As the voices call again, so stretches out the vine...

The clock it will not wind again...

Surrender this... to time.