Onesquethaw Cemetery - “City On The Hill”
© Mark W. Ó Brien 2015
Gazing up slowly, I see beyond the coffin, beyond the earth. Sunlight shining brightly yet I feel a distinct chill. I hear mourning doves near my new digs while I listen closely as fragile drops of dew gently tap against my tombstone. Your soft gentle footsteps approach. Soon I will hear you speak and acknowledge her existence. Others march by giving condolences; duty or love; I wonder. My spirit feels comfort as I hear your loving words and how she left too soon. Tearfully you leave my grave. Not knowing how or why this occurred I only know that if my true identity was carved on this stone there would be no visitors. So in that spirit I thank you and promise to convey each heartfelt message once I arrive at my final destination.
In life I walked alone. In death my existence becomes alive with this unknown stranger. My soul sees the light as I plead with God for one more day. How foolish to cling to this dark fairy tale with no happy ending. I shall rest between the starburst galaxy and the fresh morning dew until time brings us together again. Only then will I be allowed to share how much your visit meant to me. A nameless body who’s death has not one lament.
What peace you bestow
Could you not love me the same
Whom you mourn so deep
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© Aida I. DePascale 2017
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Aida I. DePascale is a poet, a writer of short stories and an avid photographer of nature. She lives in Catskill, New York.
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