Night Poem by David McLansky

Night



I shall love you after death
These radiations cannot fade
A shimmering ghost
Of smoking breath
Will rise up from your night-time grave;

And in the gloom
The chilly air
I'll try to clasp
Your airy form
I kneel, I plead, I grasp forlorn
Such wisps of fancy
Åre memories made;

An old man stumbles
Amid the stones
The markers where
The bones are layed
In cold moonlight
He mumbles, prays,
Has love no life
Beyond the grave?

Sunday, January 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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