Along a long and lonely path
Hills,
Rocks,
… and trees;

Darkness;
Here …becomes a sound;
Rustling, ... against the eves.

I remember
… as a child
… and now
Memories once more;

So much time
I remember;
… that sound; That sound
I recall.

Playing rocks
…at the lake; Long,
... after last summer‘s call;
I remember the cabin
A time when leaves… would fall.

Shackled pods,
Tapping laurels
Still...
Rustling
… against the eves.

A sound
I remember.
The sound; That sound
... wont give way

From nowhere
Tones of laughter;
A child’s memory

A child’s heart… at last play?!

Leaves falling;
Time remembers.

Not a sound
What sound
… could there be

… only of falling teardrops;

Rain;
Rustling;
Rocks; ...
The hills
And laurel trees.

Still,…; Now rain
...  there’s the sound;

Laurels ... still rustling
… against the eves.