Saturday, 4 April 2015

no headstone

the stonemason's grave
has no headstone 
the pictures you drew 
have no heart
the night creatures prowl
the streets that i wander
the saints that i follow 
are getting me lost. 

i imagine the blood 
the moon must carry
i return to the earth 
for surrender
the wind fills my ears,
without my permission
and i cannot forget 
the stonemason's grave. 

5 comments:

  1. Would make for a great song

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    1. thanks mike, i will think on that.

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  2. This is utterly haunting. Very well written.

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    1. thanks, if you like that you might want to scroll down to the ones i did the last few years for this. none of them are very long and many of them are written to the moon.

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