Cobblestone Echoes

Cobblestone Echoes by Odin Roark Ancient stone keeper of darkness of auras reaped from high seas vast is your harvest from earth rumblings beset by molten tears to charred obsidian made hard glass reflecting where primates once clamored upon From paws a running sniffed calloused drippings in peril where sandal swathed footsteps dodged blade and spear as wash water dumped from high added slippery footing for predators ever lustful ever hungry ever historic Now the high noon of modern life the wonder among your melodies amidst recent fabrications emulating your path you the wrinkled skin spirit of ancient masons who served sun-baked feasts from the past of pasts Alas… Genuine micro-canyons of irrigated seed and drift send the spirits aloft from once grasses high reminding us that while calendars may crumble time’s enduring stone of old remains original transcending the language of vowel and consonant acknowledging the reach of sentient eye to eye the whispered caress beneath a Nike sole sharing the tongues of old echoing the murmurs of weary travelers the severed limbs of warriors the rivers of plasma-red passion polishing fossils within within within Yet many choose faking Nature’s setting even making ready counterfeit copies to pacify the blind living without preference massaging serpentine monsters of ignorance whose Gucci laced feet now prance upon this facsimile sold as make-believe glittering’s bondage hidden in fakery having not a clue of the Carthaginians or Mediterranean isles of blood and sweat from whence it all came For like Rodeo Drive’s cobblestone plazas where modern celebrity prisons of today masquerade as credible reality for borrowed tomorrows knockoff décor identity everlasting unaware their own history reaches inevitable fade out may never know the hidden messages Perhaps… The subtle cacophony of shadow and whisper cobblestone’s enigmatic infernal made orchestral for those who can hear those who dare see through the darkness those who can be moved and touched by shadowed silence protected with truth will experience the magic How few seem to hear the deafening message