Passover

Across the road there…at
The other side of maybe; we
Believe the grass is greener
And hope breeds enlightened notions

Of dreams here and there
Of aspiring, wishful wants or needs
All left beneath the hollowed ground
Where silence is the wisest sound

Across the road there…
Fallen ones are interred
Legacies embraced and honored
Our cherished never deferred

Over there…the light scribes listen
They do hear time tell
The names of those we know
The sparks we can’t let go*