The deeper the grave.
The darker the secret.
Blind faith comes to mind.
As I speak of this in time.
Childhood memories on my mind.
Early - morning wind cuts down ,
the lonely countryside.
As a stray memory comes passing by.
The wind blows thru my hair.
As I walk into the graveyard.
The bones I see are hollow there .
As they invite me to their party at midnight.
And we dance in the hollow night forever more.
Thursday 3pm 7/ 18/ 2013
As I was writing ,my grand daughter ask if I'd read what I wrote. She then ask "could she tell me the rest of poem? The last "5" lines my 6 yr old g-daughter dictated to me .