Graveyard

        Starlight sprinkles upon
        The dew strung grass.
        Lying over a grave in
        An old cemetary tonight.

        There is nothing but peace
        Shown in the scene,
        Until a lone man arrives.

        He searches and seeks,
        Quite diligently in fact,
        Until a small headstone,
        Overgrown and up-turned,
        Is sadly located.

        He bends over and
        Removes the underbrush,
        Wipes away the dirt and mud.

        He gently strokes the
        Well-worn stone with
        Obvious pain and love.

        A single tear escapes his eye,
        And drops to the lonely stone.
        He stands upright once again,
        And prays up to the heavens.

        He turns away,
        As if to leave his heart
        In a place so utterly
        Peaceful and calm.

        He walks away unerringly
        With purpose and point
        To his stride.

        One last look back
        Is all he needs as yet
        Another tear drops.


        Amy Irming