on quiet rainy days is
when the stones whisper their
secrets to you of the old ways,
Telling stories of all they have seen.
Waiting to return to the blue waters.
Smoothing in the fine sand.
polished as soul in a state
of grace.
They speak of your soul
of its perfect roundness and
its smooth  texture.
How it will return one day
to the place it belongs.
How the sands of time
will polish its glow just like
the stones have smoothed.
they will promise
Of a time
when it is ready to return
to the clear crystal
waters of infinity
it too will then
whisper it's joyous
stories of a life traveled well.