THE WATCHERS

We were here long, long ago

before the cauled primeval sun

first warmed these lichened stones.

The name that none may name

made us.

Ye who come here

are leaves that surge

a heartbeat in the wind, then go.

Unheeding, unhallowed

we guard this sacred space,

await what is

beyond time's end,

that only we

shall know.

Talitha Clare, 'Moonstone'