QUIETLY

It can be elusive to find 
A path through the day
To feel sunlight on skin
To make peace with the way
Of things

Impossible to find
Where the robbin now sings
And it is missed, sorely missed
The colours lost to mists and,
The way of things

Yet the tombstones stand quietly
Amongst tangible weeds
Strange then, a robbin sings here
Lost to time, lost in peace with,
The way of things

For Jeff