GRAVEYARDS

Ghosts of lovers, secret notes
Silence reigns supreme
Goodbye, sweetie (all she wrote)
Remnants of a dream

Thoughts like ashes black as tar
Once upon a time
Wishes die with shooting stars
Crimson ink, sublime

Drinking to the memory
Of the poets never known
They died a thousand deaths for naught
And walked the world alone

Buried long before they died
In paper graves of white
Eulogies and best regards
Poems for our delight

Paths we carve in skin like prayers
To gods, we never see
Fall on swords and then hit share
Tainted history

It seems the ending’s crystal clear
For one who listens, not
He hears exactly what he needs
To tear his soul apart

Becoming one with darker days
A haze of foggy friends
Thinking he may change his ways
No wiser in the end

But wisdom justifies her children
As the wise man said
We gather words like wilted roses
Brambles for the dead

A bed to rest your head upon
A nest for wicked birds
Or lines inside a book of poems
We cut in halves and thirds

Stanzas, full of desperate longing
Syllables for time
Filtering the essence
Of another heartbreak rhyme

Hiding pretty ghosts in files
Safe inside your phone
You bring them out to play again
So you won’t feel alone

Along with all those photos
Of a life that could have been
Testaments to happenstance
And truth you’ve never seen

And now we lay you down beside
The river of your dreams
They push you out, still breathing
Floating somewhere in between

Lighting paper luminaries
Fairies in the skies
Your friends all watch you burning
Precious moments, flashing by

And when your story ended
You were someone else’s line
A bookmark for a tombstone
In a graveyard of the mind

From: THE MEMORY OF RAIN
Available on Amazon

TM DiSarro