Honeysuckle

 The grave stones stand in the darkening

The crisp dusk has litted away

The free stars stand in their frozen sky

And time has flitted away

An old man walks in the meadow

A young man still is at play

And the honeysuckle

is beginning its ripening

And the flowers are blooming today

I stand here in the starlight

A thousand suns yet so far away

I bring my hand to my ear to hear

But my brain it is made of clay

The following may contains scenes of

a graphic nature they say

But do not be caught in the gloom cos

The honeysuckle blooms today