The Whispering Wall

Turned from the world Staring at the stones Of an old wall Crumbling to the ground I cannot turn away They tell a tale They´ve been here forever Watched Time stir Like a plant from the soil The Ages have wandered past And left their imprint in the dust Which coats the stones And stays unchanged... Sign in to see full entry.

The wide grey road curves Through the steep hillside To the quiet place Between the mountains The grass is long and soft I grow drowsy My mind begins to drift And leaves my body I sail across the meadow With the long dark shadow Cast by the cloud overhead I land on a stony road It winds through the... Sign in to see full entry.

A wide grey road Leads through a steep hillside Between two mountains With old meadows. I often walk here And lie down to rest In the long grass Under a tree With the mountain leaning over me. My sleep is peaceful But once I had this dream: I was walking up a hill On a wide road Of pale white stone... Sign in to see full entry.

Rows of dark tables Stretch across the room. The overhead light is dim. Something tells me I have been here before. A voice whispered As I walked through the door. A scene emerges As though from a dream: This very same room Is lit with lanterns On the tables. Weather-beaten faces And loud voices... Sign in to see full entry.

A river flows Over the garden wall Forming a pool. Tall vines lean over Looking into the water. Shadowy figures With cave-mouth eyes Rise upwards from the depths In gentle waves. My own reflection Is a vague outline: The shape of a branch With a long face Nearing the surface. It grows clear And then... Sign in to see full entry.