Grave

The rock hard marble and Celtic cross
with flower pots and fancy stones
dress and decorate your hallowed ground
where your flesh ran deep amidst your bones


In this yard of graves the trees stand bare
and each sad plot attests to it's losses
all neatly ordered and grid aligned 
the rock hard marble and Celtic crosses


And why do we come to caress your name
and delve our hands amongst your flowers
and sadly hope to hear you speak
waiting for days, sitting for hours


Time to rise and leave this place
with thoughts of you written on my heart
till once again I can sit here and think
together forever yet always apart....