In a Cemetery

 

Islands of memories

Cities of stone,

Sentinels of silence

In the great all-alone,

‘What do you find in

Your new-found release?’

Sigh-whispered silence, girl:

‘Peace, perfect peace!’

 

Youth fresh from aging,

Love’s bloom anew,

Old friends re-greeting

The girl they once knew,

Those who have loved you

In life’s livid crease

Hold to your memory in

Peace, perfect peace!

 

David Lewis Paget