There's No Silence Like a Grave

I could call you on the phone
But I know you won't be home
I could say so much just now
And hope you'd hear, some way, some how
The Autumn skies, the gold, brown trees
The breeze that blows against the leaves
But time stands still and I remain
Beside a stone that bears your name
And soon I must leave this peaceful place
To face the folly of life's ways
And the day will buzz with urgent care
Tho' I'm detached and unaware
Caught within the lives we shared
Then voices boom and breech the past
And reflection's shattered like a glass
The world is busy, loud, and brave
...But there’s no silence like a grave.

Copyright 2007/Stan Simons
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