THE CEMETERY

  THERE IS A CEMETERY IN MY DREAMS

...I SEE MY OWN GRAVE , ON A BLUE CLOUDLESS SKY, THE KIND WHERE THE SUN IS ANGRY AND IS BEATING DOWN ON YOU. PEOPLE PASS BY THAT GRAVE. THEY SPEAK AND TURN AND WILT UNDER THE HEAT, UNDER THE HORIZON, AND THE WHISPER OF DEATH EVERY WHERE. 

I CAN SEE THE FEAR CHURNING IN THEIR HEARTS, AS THEY BUILD FENCES AROUND THEM SELVES AND WHO THEY LOVE. ONLY CERTAIN THINGS MAKE IT THROUGH.

  I WRITE AND I HOPE ---HOPE TO STAY IN THIS VISION LONG ENOUGH TO SEE A SHADOW EMERGE OVER MY GRAVE...NO FLOWERS...NO SPOKEN WORDS...ONLY A PERSON...REMEMBERING.