Stones

I stand still and breathe the cold air
Winter creeps into my lungs
The cold I tried to keep out for so long
I always knew it will once return
My path is illuminated
By thousand glowing candles
They enlighten names in the stones
Only few seem familiar
The ones closest to my path
The names I can still recall
All is covered by golden cloth
All is good as long as I am here
As long as I can still remember
As many stones as possible
Light drowns in the twilight of dawn
Sun will reclaim his throne
It redeems every light
It returns every life
Right where they are supposed to be
Back to sweet, familiar oblivion.