Twelve cairns of black stone
point the way north.
Once the game poured
down the valley.
Now the lakeside is empty.
Voice is the absence of voice.
It is time for us to leave.
Twelve cairns of black stone
point the way north.
Once the game poured
down the valley.
Now the lakeside is empty.
Voice is the absence of voice.
It is time for us to leave.