Barren Grave

A white gleaming hand
Casts a shadow
Long and grand,
Over graveyard at night
From full moon’s light.
Rays of yellowed hue
Showing upon stones,
Some old, some new,
Grasses and mossy mildew;
Not flowers, feelings true.
No first date shown.
No epithet engraved.
Upon site unknown
No daisies have grown,
Only dust is blown.
Sadly, none care
Of this empty soul.
Gladly, none despair
And no crying here
Floats into night’s air.