drawn into
upon the rocks
from the ancients
centuries forgotten,
these who once
walked this path
through these woods
into the cave,
patterns of lives
lived, loved, and gone,
and the sky
it's blue color
patterns of stars
etched into the stone
long last, but
not forgotten,
they exist
in our skies now,
placed differently,
perhaps brighter
darker, different,
their lives lived
across time, culled
by time itself,
but there nonetheless
a continuity
between us and them
etched in the rock
patterns
of a sky long last