Mundane are the stones

which we meet often

flawless to look so speak your bones

never away are the hard earned ways

Along we walk in the shade

watching closely all the piercing stones

some so strong they wake in the path like a wall

too far to see is yourself free

Happenings that create the chill

the atmosphere it seems

is crushing in your will

away we go in the bountyful submerge

creating mindful hearts that we speak of

never alone are the pecular  stares

we go towards a changing speck

all in all we hurdle away from the stopping shade of the doorway