The Spires

the spires rise,

both rock and steel,

above our hopes and dreams

these are the scant few

who make the imprint,

one rock says to another

but we shall see them go

because are almost immortal,

the second rock states in kind

the constituent parts of us

and the scant few are immortal,

the first rock voices and the

second one nods in agreement

they put their eyes on the

metal spires and on the 

bigger granite spires

in the background

all will become dust again,

the cycle beginning with

the crashing of cymbals

at Shiva's hand

cycles exist ad nauseam,

and the rocks know that

notion the best of anyone

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

There is a divine flow of life in your words... these ancient spires... these stones that see the cycles of life moving... ebbing and flowing age to age. You take us into the stage of eternal things and teach us to flow into these endless things.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thanks a bunch!

[wordman]

i guess we are all in a cycle of some sorts,thought proviking

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you, wordman!