Silence of forever
Two short poems by Gerald Farinas
I watch the snow fall on the dead. One day, I will be among them in the silence of forever.
I walk out into the sun with a full heart, the warming embrace comforts and makes glad the cold-worn. But the stone monuments, the etchings in granite, the names of those long dead are still frozen to the touch in this Chicago garden where should haves and could haves and dreams unfulfilled are buried.