The Gates of the Cemetery

Subject: The Gates of the Cemetery Sun May 29, 2011 12:13 pm

~The Gates~
~of the~
~Cemetery~

I gazed upon
that stone that day
breathed in slowly
as the branches
did sway

Death surrounds
this mind of mine
Caught up in
the moment,
frozen in time

Desolation holds
hands with fear
Makes me wonder
if he is near

Eyes fall upon
the ground were
I must lay
One day in
the future
far away?

Or will it be tomorrow?
Or anytime soon?
as my eyes gaze upon
the inscription on the tomb

......................

'If stranger thou who treads
this mournful spot
when all around thee
soon will be forgot

A moment, pause...
think what thyself will be
when death has hurled
his fatal dart at thee...'
....................

Death reaches in
and touches my heart
makes me ponder
so very hard

upon my own mortality
As the leaves fall gently
from the trees

Blown by the breeze
if you please
As if to ram home
my very fears

That death
surrounds me
is all around

With head
bowed low
walking
desolate grounds

Have no fear
of what death
may bring

For the winter
in my heart
will become
a new spring

A new awakening
one day maybe?
Or is death
the ultimate
finality?

Wind does blow
a gentle breeze
With hands
in my pockets
I make to leave

Pausing to gaze
just one last time
Touching the gravestone
that one day
will be mine

Gentle reminders
I am reminded see
Leaving through
the gates
of the cemetery...

Copyright
{c} 2009
Wayne Leon Learmond
All Rights Reserved
The Gates of the Cemetery

Subject: Re: The Gates of the Cemetery Sun May 29, 2011 9:12 pm

I loved this one so much Wayne.
It's so smooth and the undertow of thoughts
and feelings running through it have a very moving depth to it.
Roses to you sweet friend
blooming

Teresa