from the sea to
the city
we pass a place
that strikes me like
a rock at my temple
the cemetery.
a stretch of
tombstones & seraphs
by the road
exposed.
placid, sorrowful
and eternal
a place draped in sadness
seems twice as
beautiful. for
this is the place
that dreams are broken
and though i know
no one here
or anywhere, for that matter
i get chills.
thinking that,
the dead are hard
to forget
is that why we say
we want to die?
lately i've come
to see,
that this place between
earth and midnight,
is larger than
i knew
under darkness
its edges dissolve
into the trees
a playground of
sillouhettes
& shapes that have
no importance
through sunset though,
these shapes form
a curve of earth
and
it is lined
((with almost fatalistic precision))
by gleaming-poison-pearl-polished stone
each one a
testimony to a life
a life much like this one?
this curve
of earth
stretches away into
the heavens
and is dangerous
by its silence
by its stillness
the illusion that
the cemetery is
endless
seems enough, to
ignore the world
for just a moment
and oh, it's places
like this
that make me feel
insignificant