last night I took a stroll within a dream,
a slow procession through the dirt path aisles,
within her cemetery's mindful stream,
in search of my name carved in stone or tiles,
i'd almost missed the marker to my grave,
cold winds half-covered with forgetfulness,
no epigram was carved to hold and save
my memory, entombed in nothingness,
two bookend dates to mark my history--
when we were born and when we died in love--
my name, two words containing all of me,
a marker quite unseen from up above,
now from this stroll i've surely learned a lot,
to not inquire of what her mind's forgot
(C)2013, Christos Rigakos
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
last night I took a stroll within a dream,
a slow procession through the dirt path aisles,
within her cemetery's mindful stream,
in search of my name carved in stone or tiles,
i'd almost missed the marker to my grave,
cold winds half-covered with forgetfulness,
no epigram was carved to hold and save
my memory, entombed in nothingness,
two bookend dates to mark my history--
when we were born and when we died in love--
my name, two words containing all of me,
a marker quite unseen from up above,
now from this stroll i've surely learned a lot,
to not inquire of what her mind's forgot
(C)2013, Christos Rigakos
English (Shakespearean) Sonnet
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