A Marker

A sign of what once may be left Within the hedge line written Through the dark feeling of weight lifted A presence of grace to have a place to hide In stone carved out many names to find The times of sorrow drifting over veins As leaves do fall and temperatures will rise Growth that flourishes may not wither nor die Time accepting the passing of a goodbye For moments of inscription that are left for eyes Upon granite slabs or slate curved and shaped Squared a surface that is faced flat forward engraved Measuring the space that is at a limit for a witness Who? When? About them Beginning an ending of the life once lived Name and date it is fate A cemetery with iron-clad gates lock and key Graves with more yard above than below Journeying to where a visit is seen Markers forever as statues laid to rest Where we may stand in between In remembrance