April 02, 2011

In a Graveyard: Kensal Green

Wandering properties of death

Arresting moons within our eyes and smiles
We did rest
Amongst the granite tombs to catch our breath
Worldly sounds of endless warring

Were for just a moment silent stars
Worldly boundaries of dying
Were for just a moment never ours
All was new
Just as the black horizons blue
Then along the bending path away
I smiled in knowing I'd be back one day - Rufus Wainwright

Angie and I spent a lazy Sunday wandering through Kensal Green Cemetery. N.B This post is entirely consistent of photos.

1 comment:

  1. Some very moody and atmospheric shots. but you know which is my fave? the old bench!