If pebbles had streams of consciousness

If pebbles had streams of consciousness
would we skip atop them?
Baby snow, they melt when they touch,
Anything.
Fan spinning overhead, harmonizing with
Everything.

What sadness.
Buried war heroes, memories dug up by strangers.
A look at the sky
A touch of love before they die

Shave off all the hair
so death will slide right off me

The crow gave watch in the land of the dead
The bell tolled deep and softly overhead
Mountains on the plane loomed vast in the distance.
In the darkness an angel  held the flash light.

Maybe I'll be misplaced
My cat will turn on a spiral staircase
But I will not be able to follow

With hands I cannot touch
I never knew I cared so much

But who am I that pulls back my hair?
That looks out the window with an empty stare.
Trees grow to form a face.
That once held hope and a burning faith.
That once held pain like second hands, or time to spare

Sifting through the memories history repeats
And somewhere I know the two ends meet.