Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Sacred ground

I come onto sacred ground
And feel my world shake
The emptiness of existence
Spread with drifting leaves
Never landing anywhere for long
Cast up by each new gust
To land again and again
Until age makes ruins of them
No romantic castles to linger
No ivy to grow over stones
Just these crumbling bits
Of memory
Slowly fading to dust.

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