Moving towards the heart of a Graveyard. The obelisks of myriad faiths are seen –
Cries of ‘remember!’ etched in every tongue.
‘True peace,’ thought he, to be swallowed back; received amidst forgiving earth.
Beyond the grief and agony of human threads –
drawn tight, snapped between the coffin’s seal.
Still further – a weight of history implored.
Unswept leaves gather, till all recognition was lost. Chislestrokes unmade by a million tiny gusts.
No longer symbols, etchings – mere scratches now in Nature’s stone. No longer matching the Heart’s flame which carved them.
Beneath his feet – He could not help but trample now, to tread on memorial rock. Cautiously to tread on stone.
“Here I am.” Thought he. “Here lies the goal.”