Road to the Cemetery

The cloak of dusk in silence descends,
upon the soulless houses and roads;
nocturnal mists from the woods invade,
the lone sounds of two offbeat steps.

Wherefore doth the eyes ascend,
towards the heartless tulips and roses?
Who awaits at the end this cascade —
save the illusory voices from dust and bones.

The strings are struck by the azure crescent,
moon dust fall to the dissonant crows;
the beauty of this meaningless crusade,
is a heart parted from joys and sorrows.

Published in: on 17/08/2018 at 2:03 PM  Leave a Comment