Friday, November 1, 2013

Flowers and Stone

A stone I leave to mark my presence 
Flowers I leave for love 
You don't belong in this hallowed ground
It was death before your time 
Sometimes I wish this eternal sleep 
Where you rest was mine

I have lived long enough 
In the time gone by 
I promise myself each time I visit I won't cry
But in the end; I'm fooling myself 
As I leave flowers where you lie

~ Martin Connors
October 31, 2013