The Marker With No Name Poem by Tear Of An Angel S.R.B.W.

There among the stones

Lies a single red rose

Without a name

Trace or date

The tombstone has been erased

A body lies deep and cold

Surely I would remember

Such a lovely rose

OH but this one

This one I shall tend

I shall bring flowers

In remembrance

Of my long ago friend

To the tears I often shed

To the anger I try to forget

I shall come to the stone

With no name

Just a marker

Standing

That calls my name

I'd swear I heard a whisper

A cry in the night

Coming from the marker

I grabbed my light

Kneeling down

Caught by surprise

I seen so many

Roses in the night

Gathering round the stone

With no name

Whispers came

From beyond the grave

Shadows and orbs shinning bright

Surrounded the tombstone

To listen tonight

Oh how the cries

Seemed soft as the rain

Coming from the stone

With no name

Every night since that day

The shadows of the dead

Gather round

Listening to the weeping sound

The sound of the rose

Without a name

Lying cold

Within this grave


S.R.B.W.