Saturday, 30 April 2011

TOMBSTONES IN THE MOONLIGHT

Tombstones in the moonlight
once caught my roving eye
and held them for a moment
as my body sped on by

Nestled in the darkness
amongst the swaying weeds
they seemed a welcome refuge
from the world's unending needs

Painted in the cold blue light
they stood in silent grace
a doorway to what never was
a better kind of place

Sealing in the hopes and dreams
of faces never known
Faces rich with expression
and feelings never shown

A just reward for a lonely life
in expectation drowned
a life that could have been much more
now still beneath the ground

Is this all we will ever seek
all we will ever find
Or would the answer forever be
with the stones and weeds entwined

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