BITTERSWEETNESS

 

Walking past the silent sleepers

the beauty is saddening

all filed away

forgotten.

Sun light washes upon the grass

bringing color and life

to such a gray

place.

So peaceful, so calm, so sweet

in the most melancholy way.

I stop to take in

the staggering sight

 of these lives once lived.

I want to read them a story

but they won't hear

for they inhabit a limitless place

contrary to my bound existence.

The wind blows

but they falter not.

They haven't the ability.

Thank you silent sleepers

for you have given me

an appreciation for

the wind that angers me

as it blows me about.

But at least I have the opportunity

to fly

should the wind

decide to carry me

instead of

surge against me

Walking past the silent sleepers

I taste that bittersweet melancholy beauty

that fills me with gratitude for life.