Easter In A Cemetery Poem by Jim Milks

Standing alone in a sea of stone with a silent tear in my eye
Haunted by the echoes of the past, of the lives that will no longer be
Pain will come and pain will go, but love shall always last
Standing alone with the scent of spring in the air

And the smell of jute in my nose
The sea of stones fills my hazy sight
As the gentle swinging and creaking
Carry me home into the darkness of the night

© JPM 4/17/09