The Moon

solitude and secrets splashes of life of color remind us who still remembers who still suffers but the bare dusty gray granite, marble tagged with a meaningless label is the most unsettling the sea of the dull neutrals unfolds before me on the swell of a tomb loss of on century fades into the next on eternal beds they slumber in peace next to one another those girls who knew not each other only the sorrowful windows a later addition i tread lightly, knowing from beneath they watch cautiously intrigued, only where the moon graces, and the sun nurtures i am in the blissful solitude surrounded yet in two different realities i am utterly alone