He sits atop the ancient stone
Silent in the breeze
Watching lives below unfold
With hearts at ease
Faces in the market
Lost in tales untold
To them he's but a shadow
A story grown cold
From his perch
The laughter rings
Like echoes from the past
Children chasing dreams like ships with broken masts
He sees the tears unspoken
The love that's never shown
Invisible to strangers
A watcher all alone
Lonely on the pillar
Seldom seen or heard
A ghost among the living
Silent as a bird
The world below that moves on by
Never feels his song
To them he's just a memory
Where mending hearts belong
Candles in the twilight
Burn with fleeting light
Whispers in the evening
Fade into the night
He hears the prayers and wishes cast into the sea
Invisible among them
He yearns to just be free
Rain falls down in ribbons
Washing dreams away
He dreams of fields and freedom
Of brighter
Warmer days
But here upon his tower
He's anchored to the stone
Invisible to those below
Together yet alone
The shadows play upon the walls of his silent, stoic throne
The stories of those below
Watching all alone
With every passing moment
His longing heart does yearn
Invisible to all the world
The watcher on the pillar
Waiting for his turn