In time
the blood and stones
write history.
The comfort of
stone’s cold embrace
allows life’s elixir
to leave its
indelible mark
forever.
Dry now,
with all emotions of the moment
contained within it,
the sanguine secrets
of the day
are imparted, recorded,
remembered, and held
like a pressed flower
between pages.
Dead to history,
vibrant with a story of the past.
Unsearchable.
Unknowable
by any and all,
by all and sundry,
except the stone.
Beyond Panic 