Lucid - Poem by Owen Johnston
I. Stomping Ground
Traversing the rural fringes
Of urban reality,
Haunting the spirits
With lamps and curious minds.
II. Marble City
I know when you were born and died,
But I want to see beyond the moss
On your gravestone.
Who were you in life?
III. Old Church
I go back in time as I brush webs of dust
From the stained glass window,
Wondering what secrets this
Old church buried with its dead.
As stained as memory,
This old window yet reflects light
Like the sermons once held
In the holy hall.
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