Cemetery Morning

three flames

on a grey day

three spirits

gone before 

enduring anthems

to family bonds

nurturing memories

of summer woodlands

in Maine

Those green hills

my evermore home 

three flames

on a grey day

luminous lights

on our twisted roots

now, we pass silently-

our desires, like

hidden, unsung songs

hushed by the 

terrible wonder

of their passing

three flames

on a grey day

falling into sadness

my eyes follow them

suddenly, I am by the sea

these spirits loved so well

I watch them 

drift into the deep

leaving ripples

ever widening

ever wandering

ever watering my life