cemetery of lovers past

cemetery of lovers past

A shadow exhales
Her breath of life
is a white mist
that lingers like cumulus clouds
on a windless day
a bell tolls
over a broken carcass
of rigor mortis memories

words begin to rain
a cleansing rebirth
born of poetry
the past is buried
the dead long forgotten
a curse lifted
like a holy veil
letting in the light

a heart gasps
a new moon glows
an angel departs
she forever remains a mystery