I linger here in times forgotten
Imaginings of men long gone
Who’d quarried stone
And built their homes
In cave and crevice
On cliff side perch
Imaginings of men long gone
Who’d quarried stone
And built their homes
In cave and crevice
On cliff side perch
Their loves and lives
All but lost to us
Except for edifices left behind
A story told in rock and refuse
And daytime dreams
Of my construction