Halcyon

-Halcyon-
by Keaton Foster



Alone
At home
In a field
By a tree
Buried deep
Per instructions
As entrusted
Written plain
Eloquent
Simple
Understandable
Important his wish
Deeply woven
Within the life
Now so missed
By those left
A special place
A childhood oasis
The only one safe
The only refuge
He called his own
In life he suffered
In death
He shouldn't
That's what he wanted
That's what he was given
Carved into the tree
The one providing shade
The one marking his grave
Dozens of years before
Is the word
Halcyon
Those who've seen it
Those who've read it
Struggled to define it
Not native diatribe
Not simple speak
The man who carved it
Knew what it meant
Thus he is the one
Now marked by it
His life
The one that he gave
Was anything but peace
But now in death
True meaning will be spent
He will have his peace
A troubled free rest
From living
What his life once meant
This land will never be bought
This Eden will never be developed
No one will ever make home here
No one except for him
This tree will only grow
Never will it fall
It will stand forever
As an homage to him
He wrote it in his will
He spelled out each detail
He secured the funds
Bought up the land
Had is designated
A sanctuary of death
His
Halcyon
Carved into the tree
Protecting the man
Now deceased
Resting peacefully underneath
He is and will always be
Truly at peace...



Halcyon
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.