Echos Falling Over

Dishoveled faces turn to stone
shopping list of borrowed lines
litten by a lonley star
buttoned up but hanging on
golden tread that intertwines

Tale will tell and toll will bell
tumble down the scree we go
eternity is our only home
trade winds blow to and fro
crumbled rocks upon the road

Temporary town has a name
only to remind of what has been
fallen houses dot the lane
hidden dreams have changed out mines
mountain heaving warning signs

Tasks hang on that knots secure
rotten fruit upon the vine
weathered years in wooden graves
shelters for the mining slaves
trails have even over grown

Walking on beds of railroad lines
silence whistles through the pines
not even ghosts have stayed
until at once we wonder in
by nature cleaning clues