Sacred Ground

lovers who died together

Straying onto sacred ground

the resting place of souls who've gone

solace is what I sought

You are who I found

Here among the fallen stones

bent and wilting trees

Here we stand under the moonlight

United once again.

This is our place

This ground in which our rose took seed

It is here that our our love grows

An ironic place for something that shall never be put to rest.

Reviews

[Raven]

My boyfriend helped me with this one. I had a hard time fixing it, nothing i did sounded right so i asked him for help rewording somethings. I give credit to those who help me. But thank you.Both of us tried to make this piece even better.

[William Liston]

I loved the last line of this. This is a very good poem. I loved how you focused on the visual presentation of this; it looks very nice on my computer screen. Great work. I look forward to reading more from you.

-William Liston