In long forgotten graveyards
earths darkness rests so still,
no rainbows arch deep down
where personal treasures can
those misty memories now
just deaths skeletal place of
rest...where tears dissolve
in sorrowful goodbyes, a
lament as blurred seasons
pass with Autumn's shadows.
Now, released from somber malady,
awaken soul – letting go with thirst
to fly these rotting bones...then!
Listen, hear me on a clear day,
a tree top breeze, rushing spirit
surging, plunging waterfalls,
cascading into fast running rivers
and streams, later drifting on shape
shifting clouds. Moreover! As mother
suckles her newborn tenderly, think!
maybe that baby could be me.