beneath that marker

beneath that marker nothing but bare stone
our eyes are drawn down to the sighing earth
each takes this journey on his very own

tempted by maiden laid out by the crone
taking for plenty what becomes mere dearth
beneath that marker nothing but bare stone

accept the burden with a single groan
but do not give us reason for more mirth
each takes the journey on his very own

the lamp that guided now is dead and blown
the ship we sought is missing from its berth
beneath that marker nothing but bare stone

we listen for the lonely ones who moan
not caring what the silence had been worth
each takes the journey on his very own

the sunlight slides into places unknown
we wonder what will be brought to new birth
beneath that marker nothing but bare stone
each takes this journey on his very own