Granite
Let the ancient stones
serve as a holy altar,
where the past may burn.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
Simon J Ashcroft
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Turning
I see withered fields
in failing light, and I know
I waited too long;
best take lonely roads, to walk
where memory haunts the winds.© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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Control
Breathe, with the rhythm
of the tides, and the peace found
in the sea's stillness.© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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Composition
As a harsh wind tears
at the mountain's ancient stone,
the night falls silent;
even as words tear my heart,
the night becomes my refuge.© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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Trivial
To succeed or fail
is as meaningless as life
or oblivion.© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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Mechanical
There is no pathway
through the night, nor guiding hand
to show the way home;
the universe does not care,
nor does it offer comfort.© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026