The sun shines on my grave

You’re like half-forgotten dreams,
and the perfect colour of night turning to light.

The time of restlessness and recklessness,
when pain is inconsequential and unimportant.

It’s like the moment after the laugh dies on the lips,
or just the beginning of a smile.

The tilt of the head, considering,
when the air is heavy with uncertainty.

I’m like a grave, newly dug open,
with sun shining, like on the first day of summer.

Place roses on my grave, decide now,
or come, lie here with me.

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5 thoughts on “The sun shines on my grave

  1. Read (and re-read some) pretty much every poem on your blog just now. I liked the recent ones more (naturally, a skill only improves with time). You write really well so keep up the good work. Let there be more words. :)

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