Often to think as to why then
They who bore the same burdens
The same joys, curiosities and fears
Held fast within their worlds
Are as though fuzzy figments
Corpseless names assigned
Etched in weathered stone
Or perhaps without a marking
Generations fielded in passing
Now but mildewed monuments
To wear away in the long eons
A brief attempt at immortality
To preserve the corruptible
Their tenements temporal stood
Once of carved finery masonic
Crumbling now or so razed ago
Ages ago that seem but a dream
As if a twilight 'tween day and night
A nebulous world caught amidst
Only its shadows like the trees
Sunlight casts upon the ground
When the wind animates leaves
Then in winter swing barren limbs
So defined among the winds cast
Our senses give limits to us
The world that can be seen
What we want so to perceive
The fallacies of reality individual
Some never to awaken to it
A day will come when another
Will glance upon somber stones
To wonder of time's murky mists