.
And so another voice has fallen silent,
And for a moment the wintering wild birds
No longer sing in the skies.
And I walk amongst stone angels
And there is no comfort for me here.
Tears of sadness do not pierce
The emptiness of where a heart should be.
And your expressionless eyes
Stare down unchanged
Over the days, over the years.
Here there are carved words
On smooth milled stone,
Each letter, each word
A fragment of a life’s story
A momento to last an Eternity.
So many words worn away
By the hard edged rain
Of so many winters past.
Expressions of love, of duty done,
The reward of rest in heaven.
And the remembrance always
Of those who follow.
Followers themselves now dead
So that the grave lies forgotten.
And the words meaning lost.
But I will think of your life now
And of what you have meant
To me and those who knew you
And will always treasure you
And your life’s memory.
I smile at the remembrance
Of the sound of your violin,
Of your laugh and delight,
And your strength and determination
To fight for those broken needlessly.
I do not need stone angels now,
Or the waste of aged sentiments.
Life has always been precarious.
It is enough that you were here.
And I will light a candle for you.
