Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Arnos Vale


Half-remembered by those a generation removed
you lie still.
A footprint in the dust of our imagination.
Do you remember us?
Beloved...
Do you still love?
Or is your mind overgrown
by the creeping greening of the years
as even your stone sinks back
into oblivion.

1 comment:

charity said...

beautiful.