Till the End

         spirit of the place

      Wandering in places

      Where their serenity worries me

      Images emerge on surfaces of stones

      Witnesses to the spirit of the place

      Revealing distant memories

      Granting a feeling of the place

      Preserving what is left

      Nothing stays the same

      Tomorrow it might not be there

      Stones have been there a long time

      When the time is right, these stones

      Will return to where they belong

      Will stay there

      To remind us of that forgotten spirit of the place

      Till the End