Glass
Stone
Wood
Framed and written
Into the walls of our lives
They tell the story
Of what was built
Each speaks out
From the tiniest pebble
To the hardest rock
The glass sheds light
On all that was
While the wood resounds
Resonates with echoes of the past
The laughter that filled the rooms
The tears that fell upon the pillow
The naked steps
That walked upon the floor
Words sown
Some sculptured works of beauty
Others like dead monuments
Among the ruins
What is left behind of your house
Time will tell
Like the early morning bells that ring out