As Stones Roll

006e25d5f93c5908e9295c648d9e7d94by Stefon Napier20 Aug 2013

There are many ways to walk
before death is real.
The child is born in the morning
and rinsed off with earth.
It raises it's head once it can
dream about destiny and
slowly understands how youth
is a momentary vigor not in
relief of wisdom.
There is no lore as infinite
as a mother's call for retreat
from the wind and the daily
seasons of men.
The parks have wide patterns
of grass that are never enough
for our tumbles and brief words
of sin but the children must have
monuments for their troubles
hidden in thickets where their
fathers never see them.
The city is a metal charade
for free spirits and a fa├žade
for innovation which will
age before it surpasses love.
Full of men so brief that they
may never have an opinion
or occupy a solitude moment.
Yet you may love the strings
of a guitar and have no home
save in memory. Such tunes
gather in corresponding hearts
and save the victims of the days
when the world is too ill or silence too steep.