"´Bones of the Earth´" by Dream Black

"The Bones of the Earth"

Two thousand years ago they were raised

To hold festivals of Death and praise.

Ancient Bones of Giant size 

Reaching out to touch the Skies…

The Gods on Olympus look down still

Bound and Forgotten by Mortal will…

Memories Dance in the Hills below

Echoes of Pan fading slow.

A Thousand years Gone, as this day

Where conflict and hatred rule the way.

Mortal tears, Weeping shrill-

A Strange and Gentle thrill.

To Sing and Dance beneath the Sky

One brief Spark and then to die…

Made of Clay and soon returned

Fragile life, a Sun-scorched burn.

The Stones triumphant, Immortal remains

Lost in Mountain’s Ash or Forest Deep,

Or a Sea swept sorrow

In Moon washed Sleep.

A Humble Shrine in the Night

Sweet Shelter to the Lover’s plight…

Life continues Gentle and slow-

An Unknowing Future bereft of Woe.

The Bones of the Earth do not forget

The Stones themselves remember:

The Carver’s hands

The Chisels touch.

The sweet Remembrance

Of a Sun warmed rush.