I was walking through time forever it seemed,
Begrudged, not knowing why I journeyed here, as
Frightened questions gave unto questions’ stare,
Fragile innocence giving up knowledge’s tolls.
How can the world be so? my voice wept among
Corroded iron ramparts and misty corridors
But I’d longed for thoughts that belonged not to me.
But I’d filled my head with poisoned beliefs.
So I walked among the dead and their silent solitude,
Funeral marches, lurid daylight, a meadow’s warm touch.
For those who speak not they have many tales to tell,
In scattered whispers from their tombs of blanched stone.
And as slowly I withdrew from the graveyard that day
I took also those lessons, in happily tearful eyes.
Sobering it was, with inspiration later that eve.
Then quiet as a mouse, there was a new peace.
And here it is found, with a long, grateful breath.
I love as I always have — those close to my heart,
And I love too this life, and the secrets it holds.