bright pebbles

    we find ourselves with clarity in stone
    rivers and seas over our hearts must flow
    the calmest mind is in its proper zone

    listen in quiet as the bent trees groan
    too late for them the first sign of fresh snow
    we find ourselves with clarity in stone

    each knows that they must face the dark alone
    you tarry for a moment then you go
    the calmest mind is in its proper zone

    there's never sin for which you must atone
    the one who so proclaims them is our foe
    we find ourselves with clarity in stone

    there's naught but silence on the telephone
    outside we note that the winds starts to blow
    the calmest mind is in its proper zone

    the bird of wisdom into night has flown
    each turns their back on the last reddish glow
    we find ourselves with clarity in stone
    the calmest mind is in its proper zone

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister