Tombstone blooms
I lie in my bed
Waiting t’ be led
Through graveyard dreams.
Looking for a marker
Expecting t’ see darker,
Comes a glint between the seams.
Of people all around
All dressed as clowns
All faces painted sad.
All effacing that paint
And half near faint
It made me kinda glad.
Tombstones bloom
The words on their tombs
That live then pass away
Each speaks truth
With wordless proof
No need for them to stay.
Till in the end
Only the word, “again”
No longer understood.
For comprehension
And attention
Have left the neighborhood
To a mourning dove
That purrs pure love
And raises me off my bed
With the blinding white
Of pure sunlight
Not waiting to be led.