Cemetery at Sunset


Cemetery at Sunset, Cemetery at Sunset

Cemetery at Sunset


They sleep near the swish and swirl of traffic;
By the rush of creek water over and around ancient boulders

They sleep in the lengthening shadows of a dying day
Beneath cool emerald blades of shimmering grass.

Their lives have stopped, yet the souls of
So many others speed past them, oblivious.

I stop and stand silent on a patch of sacred ground,
A solitary figure straddling the short distance separating

Life from eternity.

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