cemetary silence

where restless angels may dwell never moving
cracked and alone
the smell of pine, lavender and jasmine
creeping on the nose

where restless ones walk unseen
bound by yesterday
the sounds of cemetery silence
creeping into the ear

then sitting here
will I fear
in this silence my own mortality
or shall I live an immortal
on the very parched lips
in the very hollow eyes
of those who understand these words not
but read them all the same

who knows my heart?
Only I
but you can only wonder
about who I am

and even if you are wrong
you still have met me
in the esoteric mystery
of my words I have left you
on a wistful whim

(c) 2015 allen simpson

inspired by Edgar Allan Poe as well as the movie The Woman in Black

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