Home Within The Grave Poem by Stan Rodriguez

Flowing—flowing on shadows of the past
I move away
from stormy nights void of silvery stars
and streams of rain.

Matching lonely remembrance
of childhood dreams
a touch of love along the way
a kiss and an embrace will get me through

to the flowing—flowing
as I wither on that faded road
that has me going—I can't stay

regretting-seeing fields of forgotten friendships
that passed into my yesterday

I move on with a smile and parting grace,
craving in my need for silence…
going to my home within the grave.