Forgotten Old Headstones
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A lattice of vines covers this resting place
Some headstones fallen, lying in the grass,
That I drift back into hedges of t i m e,
Where markers seem to hum life’s stories.
This quiet glade, an archive on a ridge,
keeps secrets untold where stones are marked~
As a cloak of vines protects all those gone by
remembered not by any living heart.
I wonder if those reposed could share their tales
Before crumbling away as nameless dust;
Their sorrowful mysteries so hidden
Entwined now, with the vines’ languishing blooms.
To leave this place ~ where silent souls abide
Is to be aware of my unknown days,
For when, in dimming light, inscriptions crack
Will I be forgotten, like these old headstones?
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Sponsor: Broken Wings 10/3/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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