The Stones Stand

The stones stand rigid, ancient kings
Beneath their storming sky;
I ask them all the answerless things
And silence is their reply.

The stones stand smiling, mysterious men
With secrets they love not to speak.
Enigmas of myth whisper rumors of them-
Their smiles say rumors are weak.

The stones stand mindful, questioning thoughts
Amidst the thoughtless storm;
The chill assaults my shivering skin
While stones alone stand warm.

The stones stand watching, faces upturned
As rain begins trickling down;
I seek no shelter, from stones I have learned
That through rain I might still stand my ground.

The stones stand mourning, outliving their time
While nothing around them stands still,
And I see in their presence that no eyes of mine
See as much as the standing stones will.


Stonehenge photo:
"Stonehenge." Photo. West Virginia Folklife Center. 24 April 2009 .