I lie <br />amongst the dead <br /> <br />both of us <br />soaking up the sun <br /> <br />in St. Genny’s <br />churchyard. <br /> <br />The dead <br />don’t say a word. <br /> <br />I say many <br />including these <br /> <br />to the passing birds & bees <br />stitching sound <br /> <br />intricately into <br />this morning. <br /> <br />Even silence is <br />never silent. <br /> <br />A paper cut <br />cuts to the quick. <br /> <br />The living and the dead <br />rub shoulders. <br /> <br />The dead <br />eager to tell me their names <br /> <br />chiselled in time <br />eaten away by sea spray and lichen. <br /> <br />Dates from 1593 <br />to now. <br /> <br />The ever-surging sea <br />providing background and photography. <br /> <br />My lover’s laughter <br />cutting through time <br /> <br />as she kisses me.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ever-surging-sea/
