Mute Stones,
What tales you hide
in your chasm
from days bygone?

Ever so calm
Ever so grave
Does it pain you
to treasure thus
the secrets untold?

In your deep marrow
what intrigues grow?

The cracks that open your side
What painful miseries do they hide?

Muffled though you sound
yet I hear the distant heart pound

Those images you arouse, bedazzle my senses
They tell the sagas of lost chances

Of the bloodbaths and the cries
Of the triumphs and the joys

Of soft feet that tread
to meet her love in yonder shed

The smiles and the aches
all entrenched in your depths

Silent though you are
my senses touch yours that's left ajar

Awed I look on
reading thus your thoughts
Mute , you smile on
beguiling all and sundry in knots