Grey stones resting peaceful cupped in a cradle of grass
As green as purest youth and a slope of Emerald as your crown
beneath a sky of blue.
A single cloud dares to loft above your cross,
A symbol of your solemn life.
Standing stones of lives, having passed your way
Reveal, in stance, their peaceful journey to a time painted by my soul
From images of a friend from eons ago again
When they will stand instead of stone,
Never hearing death's moan.
They shall fill their arms with Heather
And Daffodils will flood the land,
As you remember well,
Yellow as a Summer sun and gentle as a prayer.
The only difference then, you will see me there,
For now your in my heart Santes Melangel
You RE A picture in my mind,
iI roll the the Knowles amid fields of green,
Only knowing joy
And travel back when my friend was just a boy.