Afterwards
Diana Raymond
In memory
Quiet now and the candle flames are quenched.
Flowers still cast their colour on the air
As you might say, in memory.
That was another country
Where time has lost power
And clocks no longer mark
The busy hours of life.
A country of stillness and sorrow –
Are we strangers here?
We are together, in loving comradeship,
But the quiet spaces let the questions in.
Answers? Perhaps they come in the music
Or in the familiar voice
Which speaks of loss, laughter and love
and builds a bridge of healing
Across the troubled quiet.