Introduction
After my dad died
Some of my friends and family
Thought my wordsmith addiction
Was baptized in darkness
But I say his death
Was only a spark
That ignites memories
Buried so deep
They might even be
From… Another life
From… Another place
On a journey in continuum
Since his death
He’s come to me twice
Once to give me advice
Once to give me a gift
Of tranquility and peace
I am not afraid of the whispers
Coming from the cemetery
I only wish I could ask
To hear the stories
Of the secrets from a new perspective
Stories that can only come from
The wisdom
Of death and rebirth
The wisdom
That is waiting for me
So when it is my time
To teach and learn
From a new perspective
I will be ready and willing
Whispers From The Cemetery
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 