I walk through

Aged and forgotten,

Off the beaten path

Graveyards.

Something about them has always drawn me.

I will follow the signs to some

Destination unfamiliar,

Down a worn unpaved detour to find them.

Often

An

Old caretaker will come find me, looking quite confused to have

Company,

And ask if i am searching

For a particular grave.

He simply wishes me well when i say no

And goes upon his way.

I am left to tread on my own

Among bones and birds,

Humming to myself

With

These people unknown to me.

Alone yet not alone

Relishing a beauty

Some find so frightening.