And it happens as before. Moving with the walls that mirror my stride. Sun comes up but with lazy waiting. When it's alive it shimmers with pride. Onward my steps yet still unmoving.
Eyes see stone but for all time.
Brick built on all sides but the terrace. I see it still more a facade in my mind. Cooling sun had behind clouds stayed. Turn to see walking paths others have made. Here are they, still more seen inside my domain.