June 4, 2012

If the Dead

If the dead
would speak to me,
they will find
I am not at home,
they can leave
a message for eternity,
just for me
and me alone.
I still sometimes
slip away,
looking in vain
for where
they've gone,
stepping through
their silent stones,
searching where
they are entombed.
When they find
I'm not here,
no longer asleep
in my small room,
they'll know where
to search again,
before they, finally,
can come home.