Garden of Rock and Stones

As I walk here in this place Faceless names in an empty space Seasons brush by without anyone watching The ticks of the clocks, without anyone taking Sad memoirs etched on cold stone Bodies covered wrapped and all alone Gray bouquets weathered in the wind Someone’s Mother Someone’s Father sister or brother Somewhere someone weeps for his or her relatives Loss of sleep As the fall leaves sweep Over the grave of a spirit now asleep And the leaves fail with their colors, so pale Over the name with a crackle so stale