Geurie Cemetery

There is such an air of finality in this graveyard!
All that could be done has been done,
all the striving, all the yearnings,
the quest for love and joy, wealth and power,
all of the hopes and wishes… all done with.

Naught remains but remains,
and they too are soon gone.

Here then is a sense of relief;
it is felt in the stolid grey gaze of headstones,
and in the waving of the golden grasses
where the treeline starts.
The fine gold letters on chiselled granite
are not needed; this is a place of rest,
it is a place of peace.