The sun well to the west
To tell though guessed
That it would soon be setting
A murmur in the trees
The fervor of a reminding breeze
Stopping perhaps only to tease
Times fashionable forgetting
I stood there alone
Watching shadowed thoughts fall
Like withered leaves to the ground
Each caught by a light
Which fell away from sight
Into the hue that evening
Had so quickly and strangely found
The constant drone of traffic
Distantly hinted
The contemptuous laughter
Of a moments recall
The birds had flown
To the call of a night-time retreat
And in the stillness of the dark
A monument of stone
Lay fast to the ground
Lest the memory of a living soul
Now reached up in eternal recall
The fall of life holding retreat
The promise hidden but found
The grass spreading softly
Under the pressure of my feet
Crushed yet returning to form
A memory pressed and torn
Rushed by some test of defeat
The moon now fully visible
Upon its nightly throne
Opening the darkness
Of deaths closed eye
Light upon light
Stone upon stone
Some awakened spirit
Rising to some forgotten cry
Of shadows that had crept
To meet and combine
From where they once slept
And silently played
A hope beautifully born
Given to this moments display
Years counted and lost
Have marched across this ground
Saluting the devotion of one so many
And years tossed aside
With little thought or pride
Or loyalty which now like the stone
Battles erosion
A loyalty that lights the sky
Of a setting sun
And perhaps brings heaven nearer
I walked away
Into the daylight to come
To a life
Held greatly dearer
