On Quiet Rainy Days The Stones Whisper

On quiet rainy days is
when the stones whisper their
secrets to you of the old ways,
Telling stories of all they have seen.
Waiting to return to the blue waters.
Smoothing in the fine sand.
Beautifully polished
as soul in a state 
of grace.
They speak of your soul
of its perfect roundness and
its smooth  texture.
How it will return one day
to the place it belongs.
How the sands of time 
will polish its glow just like 
the stones have been smoothed.
They will promise
Of a time when your soul is 
ready to return
to the clear crystal 
waters of infinity.
It too will then 
whisper it's joyous
stories of a life traveled well.