Nick Miller

 

Tattered Stone

 

Oh, what could’ve been!

When the sun was bright

And the vegetation full of color,

My brother, we were only just beginning.

With the moon to our backs

We danced with the breeze and

Let ourselves get swept up

In the beauty of the moment.

But where lies the beauty now?

When all is lost and gone and

Memories are all that remain-

Do I stay the same?

My faithful friend has become

Nothing more than tattered stone,

And his legacy is only now

recollections in the mind.