So close they spoke together
If ever you have been
Deep into the quiet country
You know that someone was born here
But you were not here, at the birth
Or even at the death, exceptThat now you touch the silence
Smell the yew, how do you do that
Be true, to the truth inside of you
Laid down now; deep, yet here beside you
Earlier the breeze, on the plateauOf the long grass, the grasses danced &
Swayed, played for Mother Earth’s fair children
Who listened, and beside the stillness
The starless sky; the orange moon in the
Grass filled camera’s eye
The still moon, that sent just, justly
The love and dust; now they walk
Forever, they go on further than before
Yet unexpected they come upon
And are frightenedFearful, at the sight of the once opened door
Dusk turns into full on darkness
The churchyard says go silent
Silent into the dark of darkest night
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