Beneath Stars and Moon

The church is still at night

as it was back then

the stars still twinkle

and the moon is full

as it was when we stood

outside that night

and gazed at the sky.

We could hear the gentle stream

beneath the wooden bridge.

We spoke in whispers

so not to disturb the dead

in their graves.

Now I stand alone

watching the sky

listening to the gentle stream

talking to you

who lie amongst the dead

some place else.

I whisper

so as not disturb the dead

about the churchyard

but you are not here

beneath the soil

but somewhere else

I do not know

but I wish I did though.