buried memories

Buried Memories.

I was tired when I came to a clearing in the forest,
Gravestones, some had fallen over, overgrown by
Weeds, this place of neglected memories, in the end
Nothing is left behind but the black earth.

There is a silence here I see my brother’s name,
Almost erased by the wind, but I can’t conjure up
His face, this saddens me, this canyon of years;
The face I see is of a child who casts no shadow

So much debris, someone ought to clean up this
Place , collect stones remembrance and use them
As building blocks for new memories, when laughter
Is still innocent and bears no hint of cynic despair.