My young soul so haunted finds peace;
In amongst the gothic graves of the desisted,
It is here only my heart feels nothing but the Zephyr
It is here gazing at the cold rigid reminders of those who have walked before;
Thinking of all who have walked before.
Do I find solace?
The fear is gripping yet a comfort.
It confuses me so...
This Complexity ...
All derived for the same ancient idea
The great Wheel of Fortune, Fate, Life; What will you have it?
Oh, the wondrous irony of nature!
Yet amidst these ideas and the withering stones here, my soul slows and the wind blows.
I can (or can I?) take comfort at (C--------'''s) grave.
A woman I know but not in death, but in the tangible reminders left in my care.
The reminders have given me more connection to her life then this stone world can afford.
In a world that remembers so much, but forgets humanity,
I will remember and treasure her past along with her family's.
This is a world that leaves only the Ghosts to speak for the forgotten
The unwritten history lies within long dead lips.
But if you take a moment of your own fleeting life,
and listen you can learn the untold secrets of this world,
and maybe the next...
