Poetry

Here is a poem of a somewhat lighter nature that appears in various spots throughout The Graveyard on the Hill. Based upon an unrequited dream, I decided that some rays of light were necessary through the journey.

See Me (or An Elysian Autumn):

Nights of humid intensity that stung the open air,

Songs of starlight and ancient rites await the endless nights.

Fine sheens of sweat poured down our faces, yet hers is still fair

As we walked the endless nights of solemn quiet

On a vast concrete plain, alive by day, solace by night,

A translucent orange illuminated the dead nights with lights from a distant paradise

Her beauty called out to me through time

A faded memory of what it could have been

Had fate not returned us to this moment

That horrible sound

The Banshee’s wail

Of which caused my lament

For her and my place in her reality, if not in fantasy

A place for me to reside in lieu of not being able to hide

A face carved out of lies

So as to stifle my cries

Of horrid implacable anguish ridden to contrive

My place as friend, lover or other

With a gentle summer yawn

She graces my heart with her smile,

Yet the elysian autumn would fade into hellish Winter,

The Winter of our years.

I would spend those final moments with her,

Before the moment of truth, in our revealed fears.

 

All I’d ever wanted

Her gentle smile…

To look upon my eyes-

And see.