by Cyn Bagley

Created on: November 24, 2009

Requiescant in Pace

The sun sank in the sky,
bleeding on black-jagged firred peaks:
bleeding on tombstones,
weathered by relentless presents.

Snow-dusted iron-wrought gates, stone walls,
falling snowflakes insulated these graves
from mortal cares, creating a peace
not found outside its walls.

I ambled its worn dirt paths
seeing the old anguish as mother, father,
husband, wife laid to rest their loved ones.

Yet, peace prevailed
as I walked out still living.

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