Ruins of Stone

Sometimes I dream of a world I knew

The secret doors that I walked through

Into mirrors of sun

And I can see the dancers ebb and flow

In silent rooms of falling snow

And wild dogs play in the ruins of stone

The paintings lie against the wall

I knew their stories, knew them all

They were my own

Under the moon where all the shepherds climb

I follow their road of golden twine

And then I drown in the ruins of stone