A Silent Rune
Life’s canyon narrows
Its walls grow steep
Age walks slowly
A date to keep
Old shadows waver
On ancient winds
O’er paths that neither
Begin nor end
For here is here
And now is won
A future calls
A past is done
A greying moon’s
Soft light dims dreams
A sigh is heard
‘mid unseen streams
A twisting breeze
Hums an eerie tune
For time is not
A silent rune
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2025
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