The Clearing in the Forest The unusually soft moonglow Is cold when it illuminates These crooked and mossy stones "Rest In Peace" Read most of them Though it is words unsaid That speak the loudest One stone alone reveals What all the others hide Surface blank No name, no date Not a scratch but for the Wear of time I hear with my eyes The words its smoothness screams "No one cared for me" It cries Struck, I turn And leave the graveyard To its lonely, somber thoughts.                            Danielle Egan   Copyright © Danielle Egan