By Camille Cooley


There I stood

In a blizzard’s wrath

Cold stones scattered in orderly ways.

The icy air hummed to unheard songs,

As whatever green turned into gray

Among those lifeless barriers.


There I stood

Where time is frozen,

And days pass in eternal decades.

All my journeys ended in bleakness woe,

Death instilled and sorrow grown.


There I stood,

In grief alone

Before that loved one’s deathly stone.


I dreamed of what was lost and then no more,

Epitaph is all of which remained.

For in these words she faintly proclaimed:


“I am in eternity, and you are on your way.”