Look at the faces of the lonely cliffs
staring out at the sea
they raise their eyes at night
to glimpse the stars

Look at the faces of crumbling boulders
that say, come, and rest on me
they burrow down in moss
and muddy ground

Look at the faces of earnest, brave pebbles
laughing in rushing cold creek
they dance and spin in light
and water smooth

Look at the faces of silvery-cool rocks
resting in the shade of a tree
they look out at the green
and sigh so sweet

Riding through the dark; running from the grief and suffering of live; hiding from the hurt that it brought, the girl pushed her horse forward, never stopping, never looking back. She couldn’t go back, she couldn’t face the truth! The tears streamed down her face; the horse’s pace never slackened. “Away! Away!” his hooves seemed to say.