The Stranger

A lost and forgotten spirit
Dissolves into the evening light
The mountain shade mourns the passing
Of this stranger

It walks among the shade of night
The safe little houses warm and bright
Distort the harmony
Of cold, fading light

It weeps below the starry sky
Searching rivers deep
And mountains high
The pale firmament
Shrouds the lost
Stones of mind

The stone you seek
You shall never find

The stone you seek
You shall never find
You cold crestfallen wanderer
A blank silhouette
Of an eerie frame of mind

Your ephemeral stone
Cracks from the coming storm
Your distortion will become
A profane work of art

Your ephemeral stone
Shall turn to dust
The whispers in the trees
Shall herald the passing

Of the Stranger