A Story...One of Many

Time, engraved on markers

Beginnings and endings

saying so much and so little.

Lives,

once filled with so much

hope, love, dreams,

now gone.

Amidst the mighty beech, elms and cedars

we brought our own

hope, love, dreams.

A fallen log, an ancient tree,

a wooden structure,

anywhere, together.

Dark woods, full of life,

and sun dappled paths

carried sounds of longing.

Others have walked this ground before us,

facing empty nights, missing their love.

It is our path too.

A sad place or a place to celebrate a life?

It is both, and now more,

to me, to us.

Oh, to return...

I long to return to a place..

that most never leave.