Little Grove

Now, the thin veil of life is lifted

And you are left in a peaceful grove

Shrouded by plants, hanging shadows in the cool air

A hidden space where there is no time,

No rush or excitement,

Just sleep;

There is no sound, save the breathless breeze

Gently moving through the leaves

All is quiet and forgotten

No-one comes to see,

An undisturbed place,

Secret from the passing of men;

I stand still, next to you

And think about your life

And my life,

How different, but how the same!

For we are both bonded by this earth

And it's tragic grip;

I wonder where you are now

And are you waiting for me?

If life still has a meaning

Or direction or flow,

Or does it all end here?

Here, in your little grove.