Amid the cries.

Touching the time stone
Transported the wandering soul
A lost way into a new place
Where the straight and strong
Are now bent called few
That a simple spoken word
Is a echo no replied welcome
In all sensational rescripted stories
What stays in time resurfacers
Time of time, that is now
The magic stone not the head stone
Unless the forest now beyond
Barely no thimble of hope
Little ranges any other way
Bring the magic stones past
Fought brought sought touched
In hand ring or without born
I bring you life but stone now stands
In place of heart or touch recall
Ringing until what comes again
With hands pointing heaven open
Amid this earth new fruit and day
Eyes that see now note a national bird
Why
Amid the cries.