Here is another momentary lapse of reason.

Poor Rachel, poor Samuel. Wandering about the place does seem to evoke visions of some couple in an embrace, but to assume that that was the extent of their relationship would be foolish. Are they even embracing? I really can't tell. The years have washed away more than enough sign of them for my wandering mind to make too much of an educated assumption. But brushing back and forth the delicate blades of grass that carpet their memory do give me something namelessly tangible that I will assume is an embrace of some kind though it's appearance is not anything I can see, just feel, assume or whatever my moods and their associated temperaments might permit at the particular moment I ponder their monuments.

Such a long time has passed. As I squint at dates and the foreboding prose that follows their names, prose that reminds me of my own mortality and the close relationship I share with Rachael and Samuel, it would seem but in the instant it took me to read it, for that matter, the literal etching their lives on the stone, had passed before the craftsman had even put down his hammer and chisel. Pock-marked, faded and moldy, such a sorry sight it has become. Well, the longer I stare the more appealing it becomes as odd as that may seem. A fading grey stone is all it is really. To what color it will become I know not, but it's grey hue seems to be becoming less and less so as time passes. Obsolete, tired old rock that it is. Rocks are always obsolete? Are they not? It leans slightly to the right, slowly sinking into the earth unto which it was placed. A bent, burdened old man slowly sinking beneath the burden of time, slowly turning to dust. He spills these shards of himself all over the grass to somehow disappear overtime leaving only his shattered skeleton standing in the place of honor, to become more and more nameless as the dates he wears upon his bosom move farther and farther into the past. Shall I have one someday? Hmm, perhaps the epitaph speaks truth. Yes. Yes, that I do believe Rachel and Samuel, my good friends. Therefore in time I too shall bear one such distinguished yet aged monument for a like me to visit. He will ponder my life as I do Rachael and Samuel. I will be eternally embraced. If not by some other Rachael than by the earth. A consummation of time itself! Beautiful yet sad at the same time.

Yesterday is here though long gone, here's to an eternity that never dies. As long as someone can remember the past.