Headstones Like Teeth.

I oft find myself here
At the edge of this cemetery
Forgot by time; it is an artefact
The overgrown headstones hunch
Like jagged teeth growing skyward
I mimic the stone--silent
Listening for the muted screams
That reverberate through these trees
A sound as old as mystery
These are the sounds of the souls

This is where they rest
The souls of hollow yesterdays
Itching to be heard
In this forest of wrong turns
The inquisitive moonlight
Peers down through the trees
She dances between the branches
As my awareness of this pallor grows
I am overwhelmed by the knowledge
That these lost souls now buried
Have wandered just as I will wander.


 ~Trying to be lover. I think I'll fail.

На моя любов,

Іванченко.