A sliver of the stone

You see its aggregations

And the mountains that they formed

But all you are is witness to a sliver of the stone


Your excited by the scale

And the history no one knows

The ancient times while we were small

Stories locked into the grains


Cracks of light

Passages tight


Its just a bunch of rocks you know

Broken by old ice and snow

Old timers said a beach was there


Rust across the tower's top

A view by any means


Approached at night

With surly feet


Behind you the moon wood peer.


Over your shoulder , competing against the sunrise

Smooth wind will wrap the trees and leave you with nothing.


Something


Your here


Because you knew you had to be.

"Please don't slip"

Spoken slyly to the Spirit from the Soul.

"Watch your step each way, but guide me up into the place that you reside."

"Oh soul"  the Spirit shouted in a tone of reprimand.

"Your an anchor not a sail, now keep our course West and true."


Arrogant and proud the Spirit caught the strongest wind.

It ripped at every part, stitches shredded across the sea.


Upon disintegration the Spirit looked back for the Soul.

"Save us now, Its not too late!" spoke the Spirit one last time.

The Soul sat in silence powerless, Nothing more than a witness to the destruction of the Spirit.


A sense of relief came over the Soul as the Spirit's pull expired.

A moment of peace stolen quickly by despair.


Without the Spirit the Soul has no purpose.

No need to secure a vessel without propulsion.

Little time had passed until the Soul dissolved into the sea.