days of stone

Author: Ryan Stone

  • Owl Song

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    Full moon to you I sing this tune— bright streams, hidden dells, clouds and dreams sublime. Ours to share, for all time. Ryan Stone

  • Numb

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    In empty spaces echoes fade to silent grief, whispers on the wind Ryan Stone

  • Dualities

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    Today in golden sun I lay on warm beach sand, until a storm rolled in and turned my yang to yin. Ryan Stone

  • After

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    funeral flowers wilting in quiet corners… so hard to let go Ryan Stone

  • Sangria

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    the soft promise of what today may bring —mulberry sunrise Ryan Stone

  • Sleep

    Sleep

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    on silvery trails thru the night we tripped, past the wall into the sky— swallowed by infinity Ryan Stone

  • When Love Fails

    When Love Fails

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    Adrift in deep space, an astronaut lost, no wind to feather still sails. Oblivious world uncaring turns, in silence as oxygen fails. Ryan Stone

  • The Journey Home

    The Journey Home

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    She tells me her pain is a squall, sudden and vicious, like a flash storm whipping in from Bass Strait to batter King Island. Do you remember our Island, Garth? Her doctors build shelters; nurses batten hatches, but this tempest won’t blow over. She says her pain is a vulture now, circling the desert on…

  • Fleeting

    Fleeting

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    Fleeting In bed their tattoos met and bled. Ink-kissed lovers, knowing their tryst, night-born would live to die with dawn. Ryan Stone

  • In Passing

    In Passing

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    After all the years, the heart-shaped promises, a Ponts des Arts love lock one Spring, it has come now to this — a sterile room, too-small-for-two bed, plastic flowers, faint urine smell. Standing bedside, she strokes and hums, remembers a warm night by the sea. The setting sun kisses white hair golden. Tremors become twitches,…