Masoned stone crumbles
hidden by green-mossed armies
of ancient patterns.

Chiseled scars lead
visions of bloody muscled
hands grasping at dreams.

Smoke curled fires
once smoldering in blue orbs
and sleepy lashes.

Now burst misty
showers, heavy and wet with
lingering ballods.

Of a distant home
holding laughter filled stories
of a family.

Words and Image by Magical Normal Life