THE GRAVEYARD BY THE SEA 

The winds of autumn stir the nodding trees

that guard the graveyard by the sea;

and so disturbed,

Graveyards

Gardens of memories
Fields of stone
Perpetual monuments
weeds overgrown

Elaborate tombs
Like silent museums
Acres

Old folks and the young all gather here to rest
Calm, still, peaceful, grasses whisper in a breeze
Songs birds serenade all

The wind blows through the headstone and ruffles my hair
but I let it because it's like your touching me.
You with your phantom

Open your eyes to what can be seen

the artistry and all it gleam

Hard intense works will surface

of marble stones carved