Tonight I Leave the Dead to Sleep

Tonight I leave the dead to sleep

as their faint beckonings

resonate and swirl

and sift among

the moss-draped trees

down this path

I travel long beyond

a corridor of

shallow fields

and through the murk

of unknown grief

The deep angst of the marsh

a fog of silky spider webs

the contours of it all

lighted by

the luminous face of the moon

half-hidden, half pretending

pulling me into

the splendid spinning

convex of time

Count the steps

on hallowed ground

take up the chisel

carve into stone

your finest salute

to the folded years

and to tragic mystery

whispered here

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