Stone Mirrors

A storm of gray ashes lashes my face

I watch the sky unreal and pale

I witness the dance of clouds

Until the tide breaks against the rock

Waking up the silence's reign

Where I stand, the skin of the earth

Rests now of sand and stone

When the waters turn our memories to stones

Where I dance is where we will die

The black ashes take me to a timeless sleep

In which I fall, like you will too

The springs melt in the beat

Obsidian walls of larva

Where I stand, we become rust

An empty shell, dying on the seaside

We are this desolated show

This absence of colour

My eyes are veiled by the dust, thick and heavy

Stone-faced gaze of the mountain

Watching me fight my way

Through the looming stones

And I run...

I run the disembodied woods, the ash coated landscapes

They are waiting to take me, but the gray mist will pretend that here,

I never was...