Grave Sleeper’s Rest Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

I who slept... on a grave...
While of tender uncommon age.
Woke from sleep. With silent dead.
To turn mine eyes to heaven.

Tombstone lined neat ordered paths.
They stir not like living alive trees.
Moved not in brisk breath imbued breeze.
Moved not acres. Filled. Field stone piled hearts.

Avenues of possibilities hope. Buried through time.
Chimed their... lost dreams... through mine.
Memories preserved. Ghost imaged. Lives to speak.
Through impregnated. Imprints spectral. To speak.

Purpose dead love. Living requiem retro undefined.
Spoke pinnacles of stone, earth experience outlined.
Repentant city silence. Yearning. Dead so spoke.
Groaned heaven’s divine will. In hope aspiring longing.

Loom will hold your hapless lifeless hand.
Last inflicted tears, tuggingly kiss away.
Locomotive shades, will journey wander forth.
Damned questing, hopeless brighter quieter day.

Numbing shock. Grasp. Unremembered dreams.
Ghoul dark, infested revengeful scenes.
Return a. Sunlit. World possibilities. Where.
Life earth flowers plants animals air...
Breeze stone. More unreal. In contrast...
Than worm eaten, unearthly dead regret scene.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock