Down by the Graveyard

I can see the ocean from here,

Blue over blue and ever-changing,

And the sun is setting is setting far and wide,

But it will not set upon my youth,

At least not tonight –

Maybe tomorrow,

I will wake up in the far future,

Aging and ancient,

In an empire upon which the sun never sets,

In a land where the ocean’s dried up,

Leaving nothing;

Nothing but dust and the long-decayed legions

Of the sea creatures

Who once swam unburdened

By the perils of today,

And who, in their eternal youth,

Did not foresee the twilight tomorrow will bring,

Those skies they used to look up upon

With such reverence

From their watery castles

Burning red

In the realm of some distant eventuality,

Where I will have long since

Turned to dust under the dusky sky

And blown away,

Towards the graveyard,

Down by what once was the sea.


Published by


A poet driven by the quill, a dreamer of impossible dreams, a lover of that which the world has deemed unlovable. We're all stories in the end. This is mine.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s