Thoughts in a Graveyard

I wrote this a while ago when I was sitting in a graveyard on a grassy hillside reading names from tombstones....

Emarita Pitts Murphy
March 31, 1912
June 26, 1989
Gone but not Forgotten
Perpetual Care
Colbert- Eady- Caldwell- Armour- Hicks
Bowles- Williams- Layne- Eason- Calhoun
Thompkins- Boozer- Toney- Dixon
Jefferson- Rice- Cater- Jones
Banks- Tuggle- Albert- Keith
Page- Riggs- Lee- Grace- Cameron
Matthews- Bradford- Price- Skelly
Gilmore- Hainey- Tyler- Lawrence
Eastman- Angel- Irvine- Robinson
We were people once- a generation apart
a disease apart- an accident apart
We were alive to set the stars in place
That glimmer in your deep dark face.
We were alive and whispered love upon the ear of time.
You can hear it softly spread upon this earth-
Love- Forgotten beautiful love-
A person in his own right...
He strikes upon you in the moonlight
He wanders these windswept hills and plains,
visiting valleys and mountain peaks,
whispering forth from the echoes of time-
Loved and not forgotten
Gone and not unloved
It lingers yet above the grave-
Oh it lingers yet and fills this world of dreams
Love- He dashes forth like a mountain rapid
Yet finding root upon this slippery solace sneaks away into the night
These lost loves
These lost loves who once loved
Loved like we- loved with passion and fear
Loved with trembling hands and studdering lips-
Loved the beauty set before them...
Loved the dying of the light and the golden caste set upon the earth
A blanket of warmth and solitude
Gone but not forgotten
We who stand at the doorway to eternity
We who journey to unknown lands
We whose eyes search upon this land of dreams set before us
We who have had lost loves
Who set upon that distant sea
We who love murmer it upon the earth
And set it free to roam
In this interlude to eternity
We who love now will be gone too soon
But never to be forgotten