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The Field of Silent Stones

I still within my mind see the pale full moon…

Reflecting on the field of silent stones.

The eerie silence; the smell of freshly turned earth was deafening  compared to the silence -

The true silence of my now empty home.

Three years, three years now since you have, my love, been gone.

Oh of these words which fall like black tears from my pen.

How, oh how they do little to honor our life together

With all the sweet memories held within.

Your soft smile now escapes me as I thumb through the photo albums of our past.

I see a ghost standing by the open sea… I see you now only as a sweet memory.

My love for you Leah in my heart and soul will always and forever remain.

Though I’ve moved on and another love in Jan I have found,

Each September I still feel of your passing a silent pain.

On September the 6^th - one day before you birthday and death.

I will begin my own journey and battle a cancer of my own.

Lest I too - like you face an untimely call to my eternal rest.

This timing - this reasoning leaves my heart and soul burnt and torn.

For I remember the fall moons pale reflection on the silent stones -

I remember…I remember the cold dark emptiness of home.

Happy Birthday Baby -

Happy Birthday in Heaven Above…

Say hello for me to Grandma and my Mom and give them as I did you all my love.

J. Allen Wilson © 9/4/2011