bright pebbles

we find ourselves with clarity in stone
rivers and seas over our hearts must flow
the calmest mind is in its proper zone

listen in quiet as the bent trees groan
too late for them the first sign of fresh snow
we find ourselves with clarity in stone

each knows that they must face the dark alone
you tarry for a moment then you go
the calmest mind is in its proper zone

there's never sin for which you must atone
the one who so proclaims them is our foe
we find ourselves with clarity in stone

there's naught but silence on the telephone
outside we note that the winds starts to blow
the calmest mind is in its proper zone

the bird of wisdom into night has flown
each turns their back on the last reddish glow
we find ourselves with clarity in stone
the calmest mind is in its proper zone