Light, the leaves beneath my feet
Soft and silent is the way;
There among the many who
Walked the paths of yesterday
Cool, blows Autumn on the air
Through the paths and stones I thread;
To take counsel with my thoughts
There among the vaulted dead
Those, there are who morbid call
Graveyard roaming such as this;
But its living and not dying
That is truly
The
Abyss
(“Graveyard Walk” – 10-24-2014)
