Graveyard

Poetry The back of a woman dressed in medieval midnight frock walking in a graveyard with a headstone jutting out from the ground in backdrop of a dark forest

Headstones covered in mists,
smell of wet Earth blanketing the dead.
Do I hear their whispers left behind?
Rustle of leaves
Sighs of the wind
Oh, you who have gone before me,
What mysteries do you see?

Across the edge of the known world
I yearn to follow
a gnawing hunger for the unknowable,
for eternity, for dreams of Dream.

Oh, those who have departed,
brothers and sisters of Life and Death
lead me to the boat of glass.
A voyage beyond the edge of the world.

Apprehension and wild anticipation.
I dance away
in the graveyard
of Birth
haunting only
to the Living dead.

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Published by Rafia Bilkis

Someone just like you— living the living. My heart a portal of Words.

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