Year’s Mind
Diana Raymond
Quietly they fall
Like leaves on the grass
The names remembered
As the years pass.
Like leaves, yes;
But something more –
Another time-scale
An open door.
A door which leads
To a world unknown
Whose voice is silence
Whose mystery flown.
Yet in the silence
A question stirs-
Does answer come
To the listeners?
What is abroad there?
A depth untold
The measureless love
Which time will unfold.