Sonnet No 2
Winds a-blowing, graves are bending to the colour grey,
Leaves are dancing; light is dimming on the names of dead,
Yours amongst them sharply screaming name of love we had,
Empty graveyard I found sleeping on its own decay.
Flowers long gone, warms are crawling, moss met old gravestones,
Ivy taking, slowly taking, what it's its to take,
Overgrowing names that passed me, hiding past heartache,
Should I leave it? Should I stay here digging up old bones?
I will clean them, moss and ivy, flowers will rebloom,
Sun will shine yet, wind will warm up, joy uprooting gloom,
Past forgotten I'm embracing. Tombs to life awake!
Braving devils, seeing weakness, hugging every fear.
Of the tombstones yours the hardest is of past to clear,
When I look your moss and ivy bluest tears I make!
Copyright © Peter Rangus | Year Posted 2016
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