Under the Stone

Under the stone Something still remembers A name without a voice A spark beneath the ember Time moves on But not everything is gone What we leave behind Doesn’t disappear It settles in the walls It lingers in the air What we leave behind Still moves beneath Quiet as a pulse Buried underneath Marks in the wood Hands upon the doorway Dust in every room Light across the old grain Time moves on But not everything is gone What we leave behind Doesn’t disappear It settles in the walls It lingers in the air What we leave behind Still moves beneath Quiet as a pulse Buried underneath Under the stone Under the skin Something remembers Where we have been What we leave behind Doesn’t disappear It settles in the walls It lingers in the air What we leave behind Still moves beneath Quiet as a pulse Buried underneath