The air is still chill though
the sun shines bright
No one notices the blooms
that push past winter
As they pass through
the archway into the darkness
Of this stone fortress that once held
memories of finer times.
So much is lost with time,
each second dulls the senses
Yet we continue the search for
our place amongst the stones
And mortar, leather and wool,
curtains and curtsies,
You can never go back and
It’s a long way home…
- Previously published 1999
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