Phantom Cemetery

Here lies the peace you seek, always in loss, always remembering, a jog in time, a partial feeling that intensifies upon reflection; there's a virgin editor to build upon a tower of despair and hopelessness. There its shining crown takes in nuances--riches of a treasureset in paradox--choice gains in heartache, sacrifice, nostalgia--all the negatives that call forth wondering at the entanglements that churn within, a curious irony that makes us whole. Who may stand such wondering? Who indeed may understand the complex interchange of joys and sorrows on the rim of consciousness that daily make us what we are. What we are! Ah, that is where excitement reigns, for the uncovering is pure adventure...to fill the years (the days) we have to follow that discovery, a time our very own to breathe again, to write upon its pages that which even you and I cannot yet see. Take my hand. ~