Ancient Stones

Charcoal black tip of arrowhead, among these ancient, stones - stained red Heartbeats share rhythms of ghostly drums.. Winds carry haunting, chanting hums I feel your blood, flow here with mine, outlasting, even decaying time I've been told the stories, told to you, I know we're just spirits, passing through When thunder, shakes awake the night, I vision warriors by firelight Their voices echo, around mountain's soul, while moon and stars watch us below Respect the sky, and mother earth, borrow the beauty, from time of birth Then give in death peacefully yourself, to rest eternally Among these ancient, stones - stained red, my mirror reflects traces, of those long........... remembered....... ©Donna Jones 11-8-2013