Beyond the courtyard and
beyond the gardens
Lay the wall of stone
that is hardened.
Fashioned of stone, blood,
sweat and tears,
It is a monument of
many past years.
Just beyond this ancient gate
the real world is in await.
Time moves forward and people
Run in haste with very little
time to waste.
But back behind
that gate of stone,
the spirits of ancient times
still roam.
Captured behind
a wall of stone
They exist in memories
all alone.
Copyright, 2015 by Ingrid Exner