“I want to go back
to that sure thing
To home base, to the middle
of the stone mother…”
Stones of the Sky XXIII
I watch for a silent echo
my light flashing off the sides
of solid stone, bouncing in circles.
It glints across centuries,
from life to life,
and moves in darkness.
Then I remember Light can split apart,
leaving only traces of pureness
hidden, but discernible to divine rescue.