Unconquerable

midst the bosom of a once bountiful farm lies the graveyard of my ancestors~ the gush of tears that flowed here- only the wind knows; the willows by the brooks~ are barely there, and those who survived have so many stories to tell. still flowing- the Vito river despite so many summer drought still limpid on its march to the sea whilst faded on its parched sands my whilom friends' footprints~ who ran so fast that time until youth came elusive in their eyes the placid breeze now echo nostalgic reminiscence of a once warm abode... oh, how time devoured the dainty dreams we built how time entombed unspoken anguish on beloved ones' eternal repose... how time like wind teased our midnight lamps and yet we lived the night like day~ with so many songs to sing... with so much love to share... when taste of life was only sweet. oh, how we passed the time away~ unmindful of its ticking... unmindful where did it go now, as I stand ~ in front of these forlorn tombstones in my hands are stone tablets that bear the names of two people who were once a slave of time; in peace, they slumbered~ for they finally conquered, the unconquerable.