The Graveyard - a Collaboration With Jack Horne
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Walking through the graveyard,
bird songs in the air;
sunlight makes it hard to see,
that death is everywhere.
Did I hear my name called?
oh, must be the wind-
it is so very peaceful here,
I could linger for hours.
I wander past the gravestones,
and hear my name again;
no one is there- sure of that,
I'm scared- I've gone insane!
I'm feeling quite odd and strange,
like an observer- from afar;
I have on my best dress,
meant for special occasions.
Again, I hear my name, and turn,
I see her standing there;
she smiles, her pretty smile for me,
the breeze blows through her hair.
My true love takes my hand,
impossible I weep- he has died;
but here he is just as I recall,
and I fall into his waiting arms.
Could it be the two of us again,
Oh, I have missed you my love;
looking into my eyes- she whispers,
I missed you every moment.
Looking at the gravestone at their feet.
she gasps- both our names are etched;
he sighs, now you understand, my love,
and unseen they embrace in death.
dappled the sun upon their gravestone . . .
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July 22, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Collaboration/The Graveyard
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1045-134-01
All Rights Reserved. Written by Jack Horne
and Dear Heart aka Broken Wings
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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