Stonehenge's blog: "Poems of Chaos"

Time slips by with no malice; it only must.

And yet here I sit wishing for better days.

And without love she stares on with no disgust.

I lay her and think of our love last May.

Why ask do I wish for such small things.

You ask a riddle of the ages.

I have searched the world for rings and wings.

And not even Mages,

could bring my happiness from the grave.