Echo of Sound and Eyes

Another poem I conjured up. It has a spiritual meaning.

Dark mist engraves on rugged stone

Through the shadow of dim-lit skies

As leaves flow to the winds of alone

In the echo of sound and eyes

 

Stillness in the ground below

Our feet make rhythm to their final

Knowing the path is so narrow

Hope casts out all the doubtful 

 

Once filled ground is no more

The resting depths are hollow

A call from above was a mighty roar

For even the waves and winds did follow