Threads of the Canyon

Stone walls rise where the sky forgets its name Whispers fall like rain that never came Names dissolve into the endless frame Threads of silence pull without a claim The wind replies in patterns I can’t name Threads are weaving where the canyon bends Invisible hands that pull what broke apart Echoes wearing every name I’ve sent Begin to mend the edges of my heart Heavier the drop into the blue unknown Deeper the hollow where the lost are sown Until the canyon answers in its tone And every thread finds where it once was thrown Threads are weaving where the canyon bends Invisible hands that pull what broke apart Echoes wearing every name I’ve sent Begin to mend the edges of my heart The canyon remembers... The threads keep weaving...