The Shepherd's Abode

Carven, this still face
Features bleak and ravaged
Question not
The answers of time
Their toll is taken while you sleep
Wakened to an age you do not know
Worn by this slumber
Your moments an aeon
Your solace to be found in echoes
Sweet

What hand touched these walls,
But to stay
A shelter, it's breached now
Rain runs down through these holes
Long grass and others of Nature's
Scar tissue hosts
Seek your stones with fumbling fingers
Insects and small animals nest
Where once a home grew
Better to sleep
Silence is your burden now
What things you've seen
What ghosts you hold
They must sleep too

Weep for lost hours
You who do not know the price of tears
This dereliction is your justice
This abandonment your prize
Sweet reward for the sun's caress
Must you tarry longer here
Weep with the rain
Harvest past
Time moves on
You stay.