On the Edge of the Standing Stone
On a cold gray winters day,
I walk along the way
Along the way, I keep the light
On the edge of the standing stone
The edge of this precocious night
The grave whispered, I am alone
The soul ready to take this flight
The standing stone shall make it right
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2008
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