The Gates of the Cemetery

The Gates
of
The Cemetery
..................


I gazed upon
that stone that day
breathed in slowly
as the branches did sway

Death surrounds
this mind of mine
Caught up in the moment
frozen in time

Desolation holds
hands with fear
Makes me wonder
if he is near

Eyes fall upon
the ground where
I must lay
One day in the future
far away?

Or will it be tomorrow?
Or anytime soon?
as my eyes gaze upon
the inscription on the tomb

......................

'If stranger thou who treads
this mournful spot
when all around thee
soon will be forgot

A moment, pause...
think what thyself will be
when death has hurled
his fatal dart at thee...'
....................

Death reaches in
and touches my heart
makes me ponder
so very hard

upon my own mortality
as the leaves fall gently
from the trees

Blown by the breeze
if you please
as if to ram home
my very fears

That death
surrounds me
is all around

With head
bowed low
walking
desolate grounds

Have no fear
of what death
may bring

for the winter
in my heart
will become
a new spring

A new awakening
one day maybe
Or is death
the ultimate
finality?

Wind does blow
a gentle breeze
With hands
in my pockets
I make to leave

Pausing to gaze
just one last time
Touching the gravestone
that one day will be mine

Gentle reminders
I am reminded see
Leaving through the gates
of the cemetery...


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{c} 2009
Wayne Leon Learmond
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The Gates of the Cemetery