While the cold ground and the long shadows do not offer a clue.

This peaceful place is where I can celebrate,

And remember a life well lived,

Or perhaps given for others,

In combat or in service.

I remember you all.

The red light lies straight ahead,

Unsure if coming or going,

But warning me anyway …

Of the presence of its owner.

Peering into his world,

Un-surrounded by nature it seems,

The portal draws him into silence and abandon,

For those passing by.

Attention left to others in another universe.