Friday, September 16, 2011

The Worn Stone

A stone in the graveyard, from long ago. Covered with dead leaves and moss.
Buried here a young man from an age past no longer mourned. Deeply engraved words of love and lost now encrusted with frost and ware.Someones lover gone to dust.

to dust must we go
mixing with the life of earth
till angles come forth

1 comment:

Martin (starwatcher521) said...

Your poetry often nearly moves me to tears. I didn't comment much yet but I often read your pieces.