Uncovered Treasure 6

for those we loved

for those passing through

for those left behind

I write these words of silence

powerless

as they crumble into dust

and vanish on the winds of night

 

I have no record of the original photographer of this image. If anyone out there recognizes the photograph please let me know and I will immediately add due credit to the artist. Please see previous posts in this series for the background story.

poem by clinock.