The first night we met, we walked through the graveyard.

Our blood coursed through our veins
as we felt the lifelessness  surrounding us.

Tombstones followed us on every side,
reminding us of our mortality.

The world was asleep
as we basked in the glow of the moonlight.

We spoke of the glimpse of the life that we have left.

I took you to a solemn grave.
Alone it stood
while the others were cast to eternity with another.

Hidden and out of sight,
we laid on the ground,
reminding us that we too shall one day be six feet below.

But as the moonlight shone on you that night,
no longer did I feel so alone.

The graveyard is my solace,
a dwelling for my solemn soul.
But as we laid on the ground,
no longer did I feel the imminence of death.

For with you,
I feel the beauty of life.

A soul's vacant shell,
under newly upturned soil.

the old truck
I'm guessing from the 60's
now being devoured by trees
at the edge of this farm
melting into the hundreds of acres
a remnant
I took the back roads this time
on my latest sanity saving trip
to the Outer Banks
Where I'll pick through the
fragmented shells
looking for the few that made
the journey in one piece
like the scavenged souls we meet
I took some pictures where the
lighthouse peeks over the dunes
and spotted something in photo
after photo
an orb appears in each
and changes position with
every click of the camera
perhaps a soul
victim of a ship gone down
from one century or another
stepped out from his grave
the Atlantic
to enjoy a stroll along the beach